A/N at the bottom.

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Yang was in the weird, off color version of the school courtyard, with the oddly familiar woman (who was totally stealing her hair style!) standing across from her. She wasn't wearing her Grimm mask this time, letting the blonde get a good look at her face.

...and it looked pretty much exactly like hers did, right down to the red pupils in her eyes.

"Why do you look like me?" Yang asked, though demanded would be a more accurate word, "And where the Hell are we?"

The woman smiled coyly, "Why Yang, you don't recognize your own school?"

"My school doesn't have a purple sky," she explained, nodding to the expanse above them. She felt eye hers suddenly turn red, "Now start answering my questions before I start punching your face!"

"You haven't changed a bit," the raven woman tsked, "always so impulsive; never stopping to smell the flowers, or look at the big picture..."

Yang growled.

The woman sighed, "Very well, in the spirit of getting things moving..." The two women were suddenly standing atop the spire of Beacon's clock tower, looking down. "Tell me what you see."

Yang groaned and looked down at the campus below them, (What "How did they get up there so fast"?) gasping when she saw nothing but a void, the bottom of the tower dissolving into the ether.

"What the…?"

"This is all in your mind," the woman explained, "more specifically, this is a dream."

"...huh." Yang glanced back at the woman, "So then what are you supposed to be, my subconscious?"

The woman's playful and coy demeanor suddenly fell away, replaced with a look of hurt and sadness. "No," she said, "I very much exist in the real word too; this place here is something of a hub for the subconscious, a place where people can communicate on a level beyond the physical."

"OK," Yang said, "but why go through all this trouble; wouldn't the CCT work just as well?"

"It's too easily hacked," she explained, "With this, only the people transmitting and receiving can communicate with each other. And since virtually no one on the entire planet knows how to do this anymore, we can talk with complete-"

"Hang on!" Yang interrupted. They were now standing in Ozpin's office. "That's cool and everything, but that still doesn't tell me who you are."

"You already know who I am," the woman told her, "you just need to remember."

Now they were on the train the White Fang used for the Breach, in the car Yang where fought Short Stuff, with some sort of red colored portal on one side.

"I saw you when I was here," Yang realized, "when I was fighting that short bitch."

"'Neopolitan'," the woman corrected, "but you knew me from before this." The scene changed again, this time to a decrepit, ruined house in the middle of a wood. "In fact, you've known me for most of your life."

Yang struggled to remember farther back, to her childhood. Most of it was a blur, just disjointed images and vague recollections of people or things that made an impact: Ruby, her dad, Summer, the day Zwei first came to live with them, her mothe-

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Well would you look at that, another dream sequence. Too bad Yang obviously woke up before she could have her epiphany...

Yes, I'm building up to something with these, though I'll probably only do one more before I kill the gimmick.

Not much to say here, it was a short chapter. The next one should be longer.