He was sitting at the bottom of an escalator. The hallway before him resembled that of a subway's. He was too groggy to tell, but he was sure of it. As his vision became close to normal he could make out the figure of someone. He stood up slowly and tried to advance but stopped short as a wave of dizziness swept through him. When it cleared he looked up again at the figure, and came to the short conclusion that it was a woman. He tried to keep his footsteps silent, but no prevail. She turned around abruptly.

"Hello, whom do we have here," She asked, her eyes narrowing at him in a hungry sort of way.

"Seto Kaiba," He brought his stern face foreword. He could see how poorly she was a dressed. Probably a whore, He thought.

"Cynthia Velasquez," she replied, walking towards him, smiling slightly. "How lucky."

"How lucky?" He asked, eyes staring her down, as she got closer.

"That I would meet someone like you," She stopped in front of him and rapped her arms around his neck.

He surprised himself. He didn't feel awkward, or embarrassed. The fact that she had her arms around his neck felt…a little…comforting? "What do you mean by someone like me?"

"A big, strong, handsome man. Help me get out of here and I'll do you a special favor." She slid her finger down his cheek gently and moved in closer.

"Whatever!" he said, checking himself, and pushing her away. He continued walking down the hall. He could hear her pumps clicking as she strived to keep up with him. As they came to the turnstiles, Cynthia made a small comment, "This is a weird dream," and her fate was sealed.

Mokuba stood in front of the elevator doors, a handgun clasped in his fingers. He had agreed to explore the hospital, and unwittingly found that the only button that worked on the elevator was the third floor. He would've taken the stairs but the door was jammed. He gulped loudly and walked through the double doors. The hallway before him was long, foggy and full of doors. He stepped foreword and checked the first door on his right. Locked, so he tried the door opposite to this one. Also locked. He progressed down the hall in this manner. About the third door down though he stopped dead. The door had locked. The double doors, his only exit. He whipped around and stared at them in fear.

"Mokuba…" someone's distant voice hissed. He didn't seem to hear it; his eyes were transfixed on the double doors, which were now "burning" away with blood. It spread slowly to the first set of doors. Suddenly he didn't feel like checking all of the them. He ran, ran away from whatever had started that mess. The mess that was now literally chasing him. He turned at the end of the hall and found another set of double doors. Hastily he ripped them open, ran through, and shut them again. He fell over with a loud thump, and stared at them. He began to slow his breathing; his heart was racing. He soon realized that he had stopped to soon, because now the doors were cracking with red, and something was coming out of them. He shuffled back a few feat.

"Mokuba…" this time the voice was calling to him quietly. He turned his head to the door behind him. There must be someone behind that door, he thought.

GLUMP! The sound caused him to return his gaze to the door. Half of a young woman was hanging out of it. She had propped herself on her hands. She looked up at him. She had brown eyes, and it wouldn't have bothered him if they were the same as Alessa's. She sat there, half her body hanging out of the doors, her legs nowhere in sight. She stared at her through her hair. Her face looked burnt and bleeding. She stared at him coldly, small gurgling noises coming quietly from deep within her throat.

"Who…who are you?" Mokuba was trying his best to stay calm. A scream was nesting in his throat, waiting to be let free. He could feel his heart racing, his breath quickening.

She gurgled a small response and began to make a long croaking, crackling noise. Blood began to dribble from her lips, and she moved her hands, creating motion that moved her foreword. Her legs slowly came from the door. They too were burnt, and fell with a loud, wet flop to the ground. She used them in conjunction to her hands, moving her forward faster.

"In here," The distant voice called again. Mokuba slowly pushed him self-back towards the now open door. He finally struggled up and ran through the door, falling to his knees again. The door slammed shut, and he panted heavily enough to make him dizzy. Mokuba tried to look around, but he found it pitched dark. He walked foreword, and was surprised to find that during on of these steps the floor made a violent vertical drop. As he fell, he discovered they were steps. At the bottom he picked himself up, and the gun, which flew from his hands. He found a found a flashlight a few inches away. He picked it up and turned it on. The beam protruded out in front of him, and before him was a women in a nurses uniform. He stood up and tried to get her attention.

"Hey, where am I," she stood there, "Miss?"

The women turned around. Her face was white like paper, and around her mouth was smeared blood. She began to moan, and approach. It was only then did Mokuba see the pipe and the small knife she wielded. She brought her pipe around and swung at him.

"Whoa!" Mokuba yelled, falling backwards in a pinch. He got back up and dodged more of her assaults. He had forgotten he had a gun, and when he clenched his fist and sent it off. The blast caused his eyes to go wide and his hair seemed to instantly float. He pulled the gun up and shot.

Yugi got up from the couch. His friends were scattered on his floor, and his grandfather was nowhere in site. He had been watching T.V. for an hour now, and thought that sitting outside the shop for some fresh air would be good. When he got out there tough, he found it was snowing…

Yay, Yugi makes a paragraph appearance. For those of u who've seen Miyazaki movies and know that when a character is scared or smells something bad, their eyes grow wide and their hair stands. That's how Mokuba looked. See u in ch 5.