They all laughed, and then went back to the ship. They hadn't found the king in Olympus Colosseum, and Cloud hadn't turned out to be from their world. But they had become "junior heroes" and made some new friends. Hopefully they would have better luck in the next world.

The old, stale air of the underground within the monstrous cavern was disturbed as a tall figure appeared in a puff of smoke from nowhere. The light flickering from the fire burning alight from the flaming Olympic god of the underworld cast a sudden flash of light in the dark, highlighting the fog that had been cast within the shadows. A groan resounded from the cavern below the rocky underground lair, as if the dead themselves had been awakened, then all at once fell silent once more as the blue light turned a fiery red and a sudden slam of the god's clenched fist fell down hard on the arm of his throne.

"He's strong, he's kind." said Hades at first in a mocking voice of admiration, looking at the toy figure of Hercules, the hero of Olympus, held in his hand. "He's always there for you, and he's handsome to boot. He's perfect. Perfect." His voice grew angry as the living flame on is body cracked and hissed in unison with his voice. "Perfectly infuriating! He makes me crazy!"

He looked at the lifeless statue of Hercules, the stillness and silence his only reply, and he calmed down as a thought occurred to him. "Wait a minute. What are you talking about? All the pieces are in place. Relax. Here's what you do. Let Hercules train the kids. In the next games…"

The wooden idol of Hercules suddenly ignited at his touch, and burned to ashes. A slight snicker resounded from Hades's lips as the ash spilled into a small pile on the floor.

"…I'll take care of them all." He turned, noticing a shifting in the shadows within his chambers, too big to be his demonic servants Pain and Panic. "Who invited you to the party? Stay out of this. This is my show." He said to the witch who had appeared, who's face remained in the shadows.

"As you wish. Fight to your heart's content." Said the witch, who grimaced wickedly herself, and disappeared back into the darkness.

Scott was at the controls of the Gummi ship, watching the vastness of space as he steered the ship towards the next world.

"That's it… keep it steady." Donald instructed from a chair nearby.

Leahna stood up from her seat nearby and walked towards the window. "Hey, it's the next world."

Down below was a world with an island covered in dense, green jungle surrounded by a vast ocean.

"Hey Donald, maybe King Mickey's down there." Goofy said.

"On that backwater planet like that? No way!" Donald refused. "Let's move on Scott."

"Hold on, my family and my friends could be down there." Leahna said. "Let's just check it out."

"It wouldn't hurt, it's not like we're in a rush or anything… but Donald might be right, we could be wasting our time."

"Yeah whatever, I really don't care anymore. I really don't. I've had enough of fighting Heartless, I just want to go home." Leahna said curtly, moving forward to take the controls. "Scott, move."

"No, wait." Scott said. "I know how you feel, but we can't argue, let's just stop and…"

"No!" Donald quacked and grabbed hold of the other side of the steering wheel, making the ship lurch and Goofy fall out of his seat.

"Donald, wait! I'm flying the ship, and we're not landing! Let's just sort things out first!" Scott pulled the controls away from the both of them.

"Yes we are! Come on!" Leahna said irritably at Scott. She pressed a button on the control panel now the ship had shakily come into landing over the planet.

"Don't touch that! Nooooooooooooo!" Donald said.

There was a blinding flash of white light, and suddenly the Gummi ship lurched forward and shook. Suddenly the controls started flashing strangely as a strange static sound was heard across the ship.

"What's going on!? We're flying blind!!!" Donald squawked.

"Look out!" Goofy cried as he pointed out the window from where he had fallen on the floor.

A 747 passenger plane immediately appeared out of nowhere from beneath them, and Scott pulled back on the controls to avoid it, but it was too late. The gummi ship slammed into the side of the plane that read 'Oceanic' between the wings and the tail of the plane. The plane violently broke apart, and Scott watched in horror as the tail broke off, sending luggage and passengers out the plane and into the sky. The gummi ship was hooked on the wing of the plane as it dove steeply downward, and then heard screaming as the Gummi ship started breaking apart.

"Get in your seats!" Scott yelled to everyone as they quickly strapped themselves in, as he hopelessly tried to steer the Gummi ship away from the plane that was racing down towards the beach, but it was no use. The last things he saw racing by were clouds, sky, the ocean, the plane, and finally sand flying up as they hit the coastline…

…and then, darkness.

Scott woke up to the sound of fire crackling and screaming. Realizing he had been thrown out the Gummi ship from his seat and been knocked out cold, he got up and started looking around.

"Larnie! Donald! Goofy!" he called. He could now hear other people yelling and calling for other people's names as he ran into the wreckage of the passenger airliner that had crashed.

A blonde girl in pink was screaming her head off as Scott ran up to her. "Are you okay?" he asked her, but she kept on screaming and crying. "Hey, screaming pink!" Scott yelled louder, to get her attention. But it was no use. She was obviously in a state of shock.

An Asian man ran up to him and pulled him away with a hand on his shoulder. He spoke in a language that Scott didn't understand. "What? I don't understand…" he tried to say, shaking his head, but the man gave up and ran off.

Leahna woke up. She saw the sky and the trees above her, then realized she was on her back. She got up, suddenly remembering what had happened. What had happened to the others? Scott? Donald? Goofy?

She heard movement in front of her, and saw a young woman with wavy brown hair and brown eyes in a white shirt and khaki pants. She was squatting down on the leafy jungle floor. The woman noticed she was there and looked up suddenly in alert, looking suspicious as she rubbed her wrists slightly with her hands

"Are you okay?" Leahna asked her.

"Yeah." The woman said innocently.

"Have you seen my friends? Scott, Donald and Goofy?" she asked.

"I don't know them." The woman said, shaking her head. "Excuse me." She took off, looking a little in shock.

Leahna watched as she left, moving slowly out towards the wreckage on the beach. A African-American man suddenly approached her as he called out a name she didn't recognize.

"Have you seen my son, Walt?" he asked in desperation. "He's ten years old, looks like me, he had a gameboy with him?"

"No, sorry." She said. "Have you seen my friends, Scott, Donald and Goofy? Scott looks like…"

"No, sorry. WALT!" he called out, and left her behind to look for her son. "WALT!"

"Leahna! Donald! Goofy!" Scott called out as he ran through the wreckage, coming across a man with long dark blondish hair leaning over in the sand, obviously in a state of shock.

"Here man, let me help you." Scott offered, taking the man by the arm to help him up. The man grunted and pushed him away with his arm. "Get off me, boy!" he growled at him in a thick Southern U.S. accent.

"Where are you going? You're still in shock!" Scott called after him as he started staggering off.

"None of your damn business!" the man rudely replied, starting to look through suitcases that were strewn all over the place.

"Are you okay?" said a young voice, and Scott looked down to see a small ten-year old boy looking up at him, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Yeah thanks, I'm okay." Scott smiled. "Have you seen my friends, Leahna, Donald and Goofy?"

"What do they look like?" the boy had to shout above the hum of the nearby broken turbine engine.

"Leahna is a teenage girl, brown hair, kinda greenish eyes, wearing a hoodie and jeans… Donald is… uh… a guy shorter than me wearing a blue hat and clothes… Goofy is a guy taller than me wearing a yellow hat and yellow and green clothes." Scott finished, leaving out the part where Donald and Goofy looked like animals.

"I didn't see the lady." The boy shook his head. "But I saw the funny-looking clowns, I was following them up the beach this way. C'mon!" he said excitedly, leading the way for Scott to follow.

"Have you seen them?" Leahna asked about Scott, Donald and Goofy to a man with thick black curly hair in a singlet.

"No, I'm sorry." the man replied in a Middle Eastern accent, who ran off towards the sound of some girl screaming. Leahna decided to keep looking, coming across a woman with black hair who was speaking in another language to her, as she waved her hand to get her attention. Leahna couldn't understand a word of what she was saying, but she was pointing in the direction of someone lying down in the sand.

"Oh my god," Leahna said as she saw what the woman was pointing at, and ran off in that direction.

"Wait!" Scott called after the boy as he tried to keep up with him in the chaos and confusion of the crash site, which stretched up the beach. He stopped to look for him, having lost sight of him.

"You! C'mon! Come over here!" Scott looked and saw a man in a suit waving at him, gesturing him to come over. "Give me a hand!" Scott looked down and saw a man crying in distress over part of the airplane landing gear that had crushed his leg. Scott ran over with a bald man wearing white that had been standing in front of him and grabbed a part of the landing gear along with them to help lift it up.

"On the count of three!" the man in the suit shouted, as he counted down to the moment where everyone would lift up the landing gear. "One! Two! THREE!" Scott lifted with the bald man next to him as the man in the suit pulled out the man who was crushed by the landing gear. He dropped it as the man tended to his wound, wrapping his tie around the man's injury.

"HELP!" screamed someone, and Scott and the man in the suit looked up at the same time to see a blonde girl some distance away, who was obviously pregnant and leaning over painfully in the sand. "Okay, get him out of here, get him away from the engine!" the man in the suit pointed to the bald man and another man that had been helping them, then ran off in the direction of the pregnant girl. Scott followed after him.

"Help me, please help me!" the girl screamed. The man in the suit leaned down in the sand in front of her as Scott stopped, looking across to see someone else had joined them.

"Larnie!"

"Scott!"

"I'm having contractions!" the blonde girl cried in distress, and both keybladers knew there was no time for happy reunions. They both kneeled down in the sand next to the man in the suit to help the pregnant girl.

"How many months pregnant are you?" the man in the suit asked.

"Only eight months pregnant." The girl stuttered.

"How far apart are they?" the man asked, looking over at an unconscious woman that was being looked after by a young man.

"I-I don't know, a few just happened." The girl said uncertainly again.

Suddenly there was an explosion behind them, and the man fell on top of the girl to shield her from the heat and metal shards thrown from the force of it. Scott and Leahna were knocked over and grabbed each other as they fell into the sand, using their arms to shield each other as metal flew over their bodies.

"Listen to me. Look at me!" the suited man spoke moments after the explosion ended to the blonde girl. "You're going to be okay. You understand me? But you have to sit absolutely still."

Scott and Leahna got up and brushed themselves off as the man looked distractingly over at the woman who was unconscious, the young man trying to revive her now trying to perform CPR. "You two, and hey you!" he called to Scott and Leahna, and then a young man wondering around in shock behind them. "Get this woman away from the fumes. Take her over there." He pointed to a place near the plane wreckage. "Take her there. If her contractions occur closer than three minutes, call out for me!"

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." The young man said.

"We can do it." Leahna said.

"I'll be right back." The man in the suit said to everyone.

"Don't you worry, everything's gonna be okay." Scott reassured as he helped Leahna pick up the blonde pregnant woman.

"Thank you." The blonde woman said to everyone.

"Hey! What's your name?" the young man shouted after the man in the suit.

"Jack!" the man said, and ran towards the unconscious woman and the young man looking after her.

"Let's get here over there." Scott said to Leahna as they both shouldered the pregnant woman.

"When was your last contraction?" Leahna asked calmly to the pregnant woman.

"I, I don't know, just a few minutes ago when you found me." She replied.

"What do we do if she starts giving birth?" the young curly haired man said.

"She's not going to go into labour, she's only eight months pregnant." Scott corrected him.

"She could still go into early labour." Leahna reminded Scott. "Or have a miscarriage."

"That's not going to happen. The key is to stay calm and count your contractions." Scott advised.

There was a groaning above them, and Scott looked up to see the wing of the plane was hanging over them, wavering in the wind precariously.

"It's going to fall! We have to move her." Leahna said to Scott.

"Wait, I can save us. I'll just throw my Keyblade and…" Scott started to say.

"Scott, no!" Leahna told him, grabbing the wrist of his arm that was about to summon his Keyblade. "We can't let them know yet! And plus the wing might fall and hurt someone!"

"MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" Jack was yelling as he was running back towards them. "Get her up! Get her out of there!"

The young guy talking to Claire looked up and saw the dangerous way the wing was moving above them, and picked her up with the man in the suit. Scott and Leahna followed them as they ran away from the wing as it groaned for the last time and broke off the plane, coming crashing down on top of the plane wreckage they had just been next to. There was a huge explosion, and all five of them were thrown forwards again from the blast into the sand as the heat washed over their heads.

"You okay?" the man in the suit gasped as he looked at the pregnant woman.

"Yeah." The blonde nodded, out of breath.

"Scott, are you alright?" Leahna asked as she pulled her head out from the sand, looking at the young man next to her catching his breath.

"I'm alright, thanks." Scott mollified her.

"You?" Jack called over to the young man, who was holding his side and taking deep breaths, his face covered in sand. He simply nodded.

"You all stay with her, okay?" Jack asked them.

"Dude, I'm not going anywhere." The young man replied, not bothering to wipe any of the sand that had masked his face off.

Jack got up and moved away, out of sight. The flames from the explosion died down, and the shock of the plane crash among the survivors seemed to vanish along with it.

"There you are!" quacked a voice, and Donald came into view, followed by Goofy.

"Donald, Goofy, you're okay." Scott said in relief.

"Yup! As much as you can be from a plane crash!" Goofy nodded.

"Hi." The pregnant girl said to Donald and Goofy as they entered. "I don't know all your names. I feel bad because you all helped me." she started to smile.

"I'm Scott."

"Leahna. You can call me Larnie."

"Donald."

"Goofy."

"My name is Claire." The pregnant woman introduced herself.

"I'm Hurley." The young man said.

"So you guys know each other from the plane?" Claire asked.

"Well actually, we weren't on the p-" Goofy started to say, before Donald poked him, and Goofy covered his mouth with his hands.

"What did you say?" the young curly-haired man who had been helping the pregnant girl asked strangely.

"Er, what I meant was, we didn't know each other from the plane." Goofy corrected.

"Yeah, we met each other from before." Scott covered for him, telling a half-truth.

"Scott, Donald, Goofy, can I talk to you for a moment?" Leahna asked, and they moved away from the other passengers.

"What are you doing?" Leahna asked them all as they formed a huddle. "We shouldn't lie to them."

"But if they know that we're not from this world, then we'd be muddling…" Goofy reminded.

"It's meddling!" Donald corrected him annoyingly.

"Uh, right." Goofy chortled. "We have to protect the world borders."

"World order!" Donald corrected again, sighing annoyingly.

"So if we can't tell them about the Gummi ship, how are we supposed to find it?" Scott asked.

"We have to look for it for ourselves." Donald said. "It's the only way."

"What about if the Heartless appear?" Leahna suggested. "We can't deny the truth about them."

"We haven't seen any Heartless yet." Goofy said. "Maybe we'll get lucky and they haven't come to this world. We'll deal with them if they do."

"The sun is setting." Scott said. "Let's start looking for the Gummi ship tomorrow."

Night fell, and the group stayed with Claire and Hurley, until they left to spend some time to themselves. Later on they were sitting around a campfire with Jack, the doctor they had met before, and the young woman with wavy brown hair and brown eyes in white shirt and khaki pants that Larnie had first met after the crash.

"We must have been at about 40,000 feet when it happened." Jack was saying, as he held up a palm leaf that had been cut to look like their passenger airplane. "We hit an air pocket, dropped, maybe 200 feet, the turbulence was…" he trailed off, shaking his head. "I blacked out."

"I didn't." the woman said. "I saw the whole thing. I knew the tail was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the front of the plane broke off."

"Well, it's not here on the beach. And neither is the tail." Jack said. "We just need to figure out which way we came in."

"Why?" the woman asked.

"Because there's a chance we could find the cockpit." Jack explained. "If it's intact, we'll be able to find the transceiver, send out a signal, help the rescue party find us."

"How do you know all that?" the woman asked.

"I took a couple flying lessons." Jack told her, throwing the leaf plane into the fire. "Wasn't for me."

'I saw some smoke." the woman said suddenly. "Just through the valley. If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you."

"We're coming too." Scott spoke up.

"I don't even know your name." Jack said, looking first at the woman.

"My name's Kate." the wavy brown-haired woman said.

"I'm Jack." Jack said, and smiled at Kate. Then he looked at the rest of the group. "I don't know your names, either."

"Scott." Scott began, as they all introduced themselves.

"Larnie."

"Donald."

"Goofy."

"HAAARRRROOOOOOOOOO!"

Out of nowhere came a massive roar. The group looked up and heard it again, this time coming from the jungle. Jack and Kate got up to look, and Scott, Leahna, Donald and Goofy went after them. Some of the other survivors heard it too, and spoke up in alarm as they moved towards the tree line for a closer look. There were the sounds of undergrowth moving around, some mechanical sounds, and other noises they had never heard of before. Trees were being knocked down, and another loud bellow came from the dark depths of the jungle. This repeated itself until the sound grew fainter into the jungle, the source of the noise moving away back into the jungle.

"Terrific." said a young man in a hoodie, clearly being cynical, as everyone else looked on in bewilderment at what they had just witnessed.

Leahna woke up to the sound of crashing waves, and the light morning breeze tugging softly at her hair. She noticed she had a blanket over her body that hadn't been there when she fell asleep the night before and got up. It was morning, and she looked around her to see Donald and Goofy sleeping soundly around the campfire.

However, the place near her where Scott had fallen asleep was empty.

She looked around curiously, and noticed Scott was sitting down on the beach a few meters away from the campfire, with his back to her. She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and stepped down the beach towards him.

Scott sensed her presence and looked over his shoulder up at her. "Morning, Sleeping sleepy-head." He said to her, and looked back out towards the sea.

"Sleepy-head?" Leahna questioned the nickname skeptically.

"Yeah, that's what this Southener man called you that walked by this morning." Scott explained. "I like it, I think it suits you."

"Shut up." Leahna said humorously, sitting down next to him. "You like to sleep in, too. So why are you up so early?"

"Cause the cold woke me up… so I thought maybe if I stared out at the ocean long enough, the Gummi ship would come back on its own and fly us off this island." Scott joked.

Larnie smirked a little. "Yeah… we'll find the Gummi ship. Did Jack say when we're leaving?"

"I was gonna wake you and the others up, we're leaving soon." Scott informed, still staring thoughtfully out into the waves as they crashed on shore. "This beach… it reminds me of our beach… back home."

"Yeah. I miss home, I miss my family and friends." Larnie was silent for a moment, thinking about something. "You said you woke up cause of the cold. Didn't you have a blanket last night, the one that was ripped in the corner…?"

Scott didn't answer, his smile faded, and he got up. "I'm going to wake up Donald and Goofy. Be ready in about ten minutes." He told her, then walked away, leaving Leahna to her thoughts. She looked down at the blanket around her in afterthought; noticing silently to herself that one of the corners had been torn off.

Leahna's flashback

It was back on their island when it happened, about a year ago. Leahna remembered saying goodbye to her friends in front of her house on a sunny orange afternoon, when a young man came out of the new house that had been built next door to hers. He wore a black and white shirt with jeans and black belt and shoes that matched. He looked older and taller than her, and had brown, windswept hair and deep chocolate brown eyes. Those eyes looked towards her and she felt them on her; she stared back and the man did not look away, but instead stared at her for a moment, calm and resolute, until she looked away.

"Hi." The man spoke up finally, making her look back as he crossed over to stand in front of her. "I was going to say, I didn't know I had moved next door to a celebrity."

"What?" Leahna said to the young man, confused.

"You look like an actress I know of." The young man said, with a secretive, amused smile on his face.

Intrigued by this new handsome stranger, Larnie laughed a little. "I'm not a celebrity." She told him.

"That's why I said, 'I was going to say', but now I know better. You're too down-to-earth to be a celebrity."

"Thanks." Leahna giggled.

The man noticed the giggle, and smirked, slight dimples showing on his freshly shaven face. "You know what? I think you're into me already." He said amusingly.

"What!?" Leahna half-laughed, half-gasped, surprised the man was so cocky but funny at the same time; she wasn't sure if he was serious.

"Yeah, I knew it; you're into me. You like me." The young man grinned an all-knowing grin.

"No I'm not." Leahna denied playfully, thinking the man knew there was some truth behind her words. "I don't even know your name."

"Scott." The young man said, grinning.

"I'm Leahna. But you can call me Larnie." Leahna smiled up at him.

Back on the island, all ready to go on the hike, Larnie walked up to the circle of survivors that had gathered with Donald, Goofy, and Scott. She looked at Scott in afterthought; Scott did not seem to notice she was looking, and if he did, seemingly ignored her as he listened in on the group discussion. Hurley was there along with some new faces, and Jack started talking.

"…We're going to go out and look for the cockpit, see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal to help the rescue team."

"I'll come with you. I want to help." Came the voice of another young man, with blonde hair and an British accent.

"I don't need any more help" Jack said to him.

"No, it's cool, I don't really feel like standing still, so…" the young man insisted, trailing off when Jack nodded in approval. "Excellent." The young man replied in acknowledgement. He looked at the rest of the group as they moved off. "My name's Charlie, by the way. Do any of you lot recognize me from anywhere?" he asked cryptically, looking at Leahna, Scott, Donald and Goofy as Jack and Kate lead the way. "Can't quite place it? I'm in a band called Driveshaft. Ever heard of the song 'You Are Everybody'?" His voice faded with them into the distance as they moved off up the grassy hill into the treeline.

A while later, the group had moved into the jungle in the valley; it had started to rain. Eventually they found the cockpit, and Charlie spoke up.

'Let's get this trans..."

"Transceiver." Jack finished for him.

"…Transceiver thing and get out, then." Charlie summarized.

One by one, they moved single file into the cockpit, as it was resting on a slope which meant they had to climb up the seats. Scott went first before Leahna, giving her a hand to help her up, and Larnie accepted it and took a deep breath, tensing up as she moved up into the unknown.

Leahna was back home on the beach, one year ago, doing her homework. Her phone was next to her as she wrote her work brief. Suddenly it went off, and Leahna paused to answer it; it was a text message from her new friend, Scott. In the past few months early in the year, since they had made friends when Scott had moved into the neighbourhood and into her life, they had been constantly seeing and messaging each other. Everything in their relationship had exciting and new, and even though they had been busy, they made the time to keep in touch with one another because of how much fun they were having in each other's company. Leahna looked at the message, which read:

Hey, good morning!

How are you today? Not still asleep I hope. I finished that game I told you I was playing last night, and now I'm playing the one you started last night! It's awesome! What part are you up to? It's nice if you're still up to the same level you were on last night, but I've probably passed it by now. Haha.

Talk soon.

Leahna sighed; this had been one of many texts Scott had sent her, and now she was getting a little tired of it all. Sure she had started it, but she had used up a lot of money just texting him, money she needed for other things. Even though he was a friend, Scott was available every day she went online and he was always nice to her, giving her compliments, and generally acting like a nice guy. Those things were okay, and she didn't know what it was, but… Scott didn't have that sort of thing he first had when she first met him. All this messaging her every day had become predictable and boring; it was way too much. She had homework to do, and she didn't have time for Scott right now.

She picked up her phone and politely, but quickly, messaged back:

Hey,

I'm good, I'm doing homework. Look, it's been fun messaging each other these last few days, but I think we should stop now, because it's costing me too much money. I won't be able to answer you anymore.

Bye.

She went back to doing her homework. A few minutes later, her mobile rang out again. She got another message from Scott, and sighed. She had homework to do, didn't Scott understand that? She was not going to answer it this time, but read it quickly:

Hey,

Yeah okay I understand. I don't expect you to answer this, but try to be online tonight. I have something important to tell you.

Good luck with your homework. Night.

He almost sounded disappointed, but Leahna read it over quickly again before absorbing it. He had something important to tell her? What was it?

She looked out of her window, down at the beach where the sun was setting on the horizon in thought, before she went back to work.

"So, what does a transceiver look like?" Kate said, snapping Leahna out of her flashback as they entered the cockpit.

"Complicated walkie-talkie." Jack answered, grabbing Scott's hand to give him a boost up next to him. Scott pulled Leahna up in the space across from him as Kate climbed across the still body of the pilot to look for the transceiver. Suddenly the pilot woke up, taking a breath and making Kate gasp in surprise.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Jack said to the pilot, then to Kate, "I need that water." Kate gave him her bottle of water, and Jack took off the cap, giving it to the pilot. "Here you go, take it."

Scott looked away and kept looking for the transceiver. Leahna helped Goofy into the cockpit; Charlie and Donald were still behind them.

The pilot took a sip, and coughed some of it up, becoming aware of his surroundings. "How many survived?" he questioned.

"At least 48." Jack answered. "Does anything feel broken?"

"No. My head's a little dizzy, that's all."

"It's probably a concussion." Jack told him, noticing the pilot's head wound.

Leahna searched for the transceiver; there was a lot of little compartments, covered in wreckage and jungle plants that had fallen in through the broken windshield. Scott was looking on his side of the floor; Kate was still listening in on the conversation between Jack and the pilot.

"How long has it been?" the pilot asked.

"16 hours." Jack said grimly.

"16 hours? Has anybody come?"

"Not yet."

"6 hours in. Our radio went out, no one could see us." The pilot began to explain.
"We turned back to land in Fiji, by the time we hit turbulence we were 1000 miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place."

After a moment of everyone silently taking that in, Jack said, "Do you have a transceiver?"

The pilot began to move towards the co-pilot's seat.

"Good, that's what we were hoping. Look, you shouldn't try to move." Jack advised.

"No, no. I'm okay. It's okay. Transceiver's right there. It's right there." The pilot pointed. Kate picked up a black device, similar to how Jack had described it, and handed it to the pilot.

"Where's Charlie?" Jack said to Kate. "And Donald?" he said, this time looking at Leahna,

Leahna looked at Kate, who looked back at her with a surprised look. They both together moved out of the cockpit back the way they came, leaving the boys behind them.

"Where do you think they went?" Leahna asked Kate.

"I don't know…" Kate said, sounding a little shaken. Leahna realized she was probably still shocked about the news from the pilot.

"Hey, over here!" came Donald's voice. Kate and Leahna saw Donald, looking at a bathroom stall.

"Charlie went in there and won't come out!" Donald quacked.

"Charlie?" Kate called.

The bathroom door flew open, and Charlie came out.

"What were you doing in the bathroom?" Kate asked curiously.

"What? Charlie said defensively.

Suddenly the plane shook around them, and the sounds of 'the monster' they had heard from before were heard all around them. Everyone reacted to the noise, and Leahna heard Scott call her name.

"Kate." Jack called for her.

The girls clambered quickly into the cockpit, Donald and Charlie helping them up. Because of the limited space in the cockpit, Kate had to move up into Jack's lap, Goofy squeezed in next to the pilot, and Leahna felt Scott pull her into his embrace protectively, but also to prevent her from falling onto Donald and Charlie, who were nervously scrambling into the cockpit.

"It's right outside." Kate said fearfully. Leahna could feel her fear, and tried not to be afraid herself, but she could sense something was outside of the cockpit.

" What, what's right outside?" the pilot raised his voice.

"Shhhh." Jack quieted him.

Everyone was deadly silent. A shadow moved past the window, but the rain had fogged up the window, making it hard to see what it was. Jack moved when Kate did, and tried to see what was outside the window. Leahna, feeling a little braver, remembered her role as a Keyblade master and pulled away from Scott to take a look as well. Scott followed after her. The pilot moved past them, going up to try to see it as he poked his head up out through the broken windshield, then stood up part way to take a better look. As Charlie was the last one to get into the cockpit, suddenly the cockpit shook again, and the pilot was violently snatched out of the window, and then reappeared as he was smashed up against the window, before the sound of the monster echoed from around them once more.

"What the hell just happened!?" Charlie yelled frightenedly.

There was big crashing and shaking around them. Jack reached for the transceiver which the pilot put down in the co-pilot's seat, just it before it fell. Then the cockpit fell to the ground from its inclined position, putting Leahna on further on edge.

"Jack, c'mon." Kate yelped, afraid.

" Just leave it!" Charlie told him.

"Run!" Scott shouted, and Leahna felt him push her towards the door. They ran, back the way they came, monster sounds coming from all around them. They ran out of the cockpit into the depths of the jungle in the pouring rain, and Jack, Kate, Charlie, Donald and Goofy all overtook her. She stopped, aware that Scott was not behind her anymore, and he had disappeared. Suddenly, she was torn, between following the others that moment so she wouldn't loose sight of them, or going back towards the cockpit and the monster chasing after them so she wouldn't leave Scott behind. In a split second, she made her decision, and now alone she summoned her keyblade to her side, and doubled back the way she came.

"Scott!" she called into the night, feeling cold and frightened, with only the light of her keyblade to light the way. She felt scared. This monster, or this Heartless, whatever it was, was unlike anything she had experienced before; she had fought countless giants and other creatures, but she had always been able to see them and figure out their weaknesses not like this monster she had never seen before and felt could lunge out of the darkness and end her life at any moment. But she was more afraid the monster had gotten Scott more than anything else, it was perhaps his safety that was the only thing that made her take each step though the darkness.

"Scott!" she yelled, wishing she could find him so she could get back to the others and get out of this living nightmare. "SCOTT!!!"

Leahna was back in her house, in her room, getting ready for one of her best friend's birthday party. She had picked out her outfit for the day and felt excited about the movie she was going to see with them; it was a pirate movie that had just come out at the cinemas that weekend, and she liked pirates, so had been waiting to see the movie for a long time.

Suddenly there was a knock on her window; her curtains were drawn since she had been changing clothes, so she dismissed it as nothing and went back to getting ready. The knock came again, then a third time, so she quickly went to open her curtains to see what was making the noise.

"Hey, there you are!' came a voice, and she saw it was Scott, who had climbed up to the terrace to her window. "Hey, you're wearing that pirate outfit, cool."

"Scott, what are you doing here!?" Leahna scolded him.

"Isn't it obvious? The pirate outfit you're wearing, you're going to see that new pirate movie, aren't you? So you can come with me?" Scott smiled with hopeful enthusiasm.

Leahna sighed. "I'm going with my best friend, it's her birthday. My mum said no, we can't go together."

The smile faded from Scott's face. "What?" he said in surprise. "But, didn't you tell her…?"

"She says we're practically banned from seeing each other." Leahna said dismissively. "You can't stay around here. You have to go."

"But… wait, let me talk to her, please." Scott suggested. "I could convince her, then we can all go…"

"She won't talk to you." Leahna shook her head. "It won't work that way, it's complicated."

"But what about our trip? The trip you invited me on? You wanted me to come with you when we first met… you still do, don't you?" Scott asked.

Larnie was silent. Then she said quietly, "You should go."

"I…" Scott was at a loss of words, not wanting to leave. "…I'm sorry this had to happen."

Larnie looked away. "…I'm sorry too."

Scott was silent, and then said, "This is about the important thing I told you, isn't it? Isn't it?" he demanded of her.

Larnie couldn't face him, couldn't look him in the eye, and unsure of how to feel she remained stoic. "I have to go. Bye." She said, and closed the window.

Scott's face matched hers, looking unexpessionless and a little angered. She watched as he dropped off her roof and walked away back to his house, then grabbed her things and left her room.

"Scott!" Leahna continued to call. "Scott…" her voice died a little, as she was beginning to feel like she was loosing hope. She felt afraid, cold and lonely, but most of all like she had let Scott down. The monster probably had him, and after she heard another roar from the monster nearby, she was sure it would soon find her too…

"Larnie!" she suddenly heard Scott's voice call to her from up ahead.

She stepped towards the sound and into a clearing, where the cockpit was, and Scott had his back facing her. He had his keyblade in his hand, and right in front of him, the sounds of the monster came from the tree line.

"Larnie. Go back. Get out of here." Scott warned her.

"Not without you!" she yelled at him exasperatingly. "What are you doing back here!?"

"I said go! Get out of here! Run!" Scott backed away from the trees towards her, pushing her in front of him once again, as the monster suddenly roared and knocked over trees right behind them, closely on their heels…

L O S T

(Writer's note: There you have it folks, another Kingdom Hearts chapter! This time instead of doing a Tarzan chapter, I thought I'd write a more favorite jungle TV show of mine instead. And yeah, Lost isn't Disney, but I don't care cause it's my story. I hope you all liked it though! Please review it, the next chapter of the Lost story will be coming as soon as I find the time to write it all up, like I did this one!)