Something wasn't right but Ami couldn't figure out what it was. Her house was quiet as usual, the dog was napping and the clock above the stove ticked quietly.

But something wasn't right.

She tried to stand up but her body wouldn't move, She tried to scream but her voice wouldn't work.

Panic was rising in her like the swell of the sea and the ticking clock was getting louder. Her head was begging to pound with each second and soon it was shaking the whole earth, the walls started to crumble, windows broke. Everything was chaos.

She found the will to pry her body from the couch and realized with dismay that it wad been thousands of tiny insect legs holding her down, she cried out to her dog but he wasn't moving, he was dead.

Ami frantically crawled to the front door, her only escape from being crushed to death. She had made it to the hallway when she saw a man standing in her path.

He wore a halloween mask, and a red and black stripped shirt and he was holding a gun. She cried and silently begged for him to let her go but he didn't move. Slowly he pointed the gun right between her eyes. There was a loud whooshing noise, a flash of blue and orange and then she woke up.

The first thing she noticed was the sheen of sweat covering her body. Then the solid wood table her hands and head were resting on, she drew strength from that. Ami took in a few shaky breaths, trying to orient herself.

She had a dream. No, a nightmare. She was awake now, she was safe. She thought back to the morning, she had pancakes for breakfast. Her mom was out of town and she was alone.

And she was alone when she had been attacked. She remembered the gun shot, but was that from her memories or was that from her dream. Was she… Dead?

But how could she be, the table felt too real and she could feel her frantic heartbeat and the air in her lungs how could this be death.

Slowly she raised her head from the table and wiped away the sweat. Across from Ami sat a man with stark black hair and red eyes.

Right, she wasn't in Kansas anymore. It was silent except for the clock and she shuddered. "I just had um, a bad dream." She felt awkward and shy, like a child who had been caught playing where they shouldn't be.

"I know" Was all he said and her face heated up from embarrassment. For some reason she felt she owed him an explanation, though she had none to give.

"You're not from here." It was a statement and Ami felt a tinge of frustration. "No" She said, trying to not say anything that would make her sound like a smart ass.

"You're not from this world, either." Another statement, Ami was about to agree but stopped herself. "What?" Ami swallowed hard, what was that supposed to mean. She was damned sure there was only one earth with coffee machines. But he just looked at her with those unfathomable eyes. After a few more seconds of 'romantic eye staring' he got up and walked off leaving Ami in a state of confusion and suppressed panic.

"W-wait." Her voice was small and pathetic, she sounded like she was going to cry and from the stinging in her eyes she probably was.

Then the Fish man known as Kisame lumbered into the dinning room and sat where his companion had been. He looked at her with interest and maybe a little pity too. "Itachi-san has an ability that lets him see into the minds of others, he did it while you were dreaming." He said nonchalantly, as if this was a regular occurrence. "We had our doubts about you and your situation but being asleep allowed Itachi virtually full access to your memories and thoughts."

Ami felt wasn't sure if she should feel amazed that magic was real or completely violated for having someone poke around her memories like that but Kisame continued on before she could process anything. "So he's gone to Leader-Sama to plead your case."

Ami faltered. "My case?" She repeated dumbly.

"Sure, we can't just have random people wondering around our secret base all the time, and after being here there's no way we would risk letting you walk free. 'Course people don't like being prisoners so they tend to try to escape. It's less of a hassle to just kill them as they come." Now he really was saying it like it happened every day.

"That's doesn't bode well for me then." Ami said flatly.

"Not usually," Kisame said thoughtfully "But you don't have a home anymore. You've got nowhere to go even if you did escape." He watched her carefully. Ami knew this probably should have hit her harder, she should have been pretty upset maybe stomp her feet or yell a little but she didn't. It somehow made sense.

"I... died." She said looking Kisame in the eye, he didn't even blink. "Someone came into my home and shot me, and then I woke up here." He didn't say anything, just nodded.

"I'm in a coma." She decided. Her brain had to still be alive for her to be imagining this, besides no one really knows what goes on inside a comatose patient.

"If that makes it easier." Was all Kisame said before he left her to her thoughts.

She knew she'd have to find some way to wake up before they pulled the plug on her, else she really would die. She tried to reach out into the void to twitch her real fingers or accelerate her heart. All she felt she did was give herself a pounding headache though. She sighed and got up from the table and wondered into the kitchen. It was empty of people but on the counter sat a plate of fried fish, rice and various vegetables, there was piece of paper with her name written on it.

It was actually really good, it reminded her of her moms cooking and after that thought she couldn't stop her tears from falling.


A/N I know what you're thinking. 'Ah man, I hate stories that chalk it all up to being in a dream/coma!' Don't worry. She's not in a coma, she just doesn't have any way to explain this. 'But is she dead?' Maybe. 'Will she ever go back home.?!' Maybe. Depends on how I generous I feel when I'm writing it. Huahhah. On another note this was a pretty serious chapter, don't worry we'll get back the the 'shits and giggles' soon. Thanks again for those wonderful reviews I know I say this a lot but they really do mean the world to me.