(Alea's POV)

The moment I woke up my first instinct was that I had to check on Bakura. Especially after what happened the previous night. I immediately hopped out of bed, not even bothering to change out of my pajamas, and hurried next door. I knocked on the door a bit frantically. I waited for what seemed like forever when the door finally opened.

"Alea?" he said, surprised. "Is something wrong?"

"Bakura, are you…are you ok?" I asked.

"Why yes, but…are you?" he questioned. It didn't really occur to me that I must've looked like a total mess.

"I…but…last night…that spirit…d…don't you remember any of it?" I asked.

"Spirit? Alea, all I remember is you passing out from a panic attack and me helping you back to your apartment," he said. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"I…" I began questioning my own memory. Was it…just a dream? "…Nevermind. It must've just been a weird dream…wouldn't be the first one I've had," I said.

"You look awful…maybe you should come in and try to relax," he suggested.

"Yeah…maybe you're right," I said, going inside his apartment. It was a pretty modest setup, but definitely a good living space, just a touch smaller than mine. He definitely seemed to like collecting old artifacts, it seemed. I guess it was a result of his interest in the occult. He sat me down on the couch.

"I'll go make some tea," he said, going to the kitchen. I sighed. Though I wasn't a big tea fan, it sounded like a good way to calm myself. What was with all these weird dreams I had been having? And why did this one seem so real? Bakura came back and handed me the cup. I sipped it slowly.

"Thank you," I said.

"Will you be alright?" he asked.

"I hope so," I said. I wasn't exactly sure myself.

"So I…I passed out pretty hard last night?" I inquired.

"Yes," he replied. "You seemed to start panicking from noises in the dark and I guess it got to you."

"I…I see," I said. It was odd…I never had a panic attack that caused me to black out. Granted, I did have anxiety issues, but not ones THAT acute. We sat in silence again.

"Well…I should get back home. Homework and all," I said.

"Alright. Are you sure you're going to be ok?" he asked to make sure.

"Yeah. Thanks," I replied. I exited his flat and went back to my own. It was still just so weird. But I guess the only thing I could do is push it to the back of my mind and just focus on other, more important things.

Sorry this chapter is really short, but I couldn't think of anything else. I promise the next one will have more content :)