I understand the last chapter was very confusing. I intended it to be as disorienting for the audience as it was for Maka, but now I feel the need to clarify. Soooo, this chapter is more of a recap from Soul's point of view. I hope it clears up any questions. Feel free to message me if you still have no idea what I'm failing to convey. ^-^

The world was still spinning at a million miles per hour. As certain as Maka thought she was about what had just happened and what was ahead of her, the world was still spinning. She could not tell up from down, or left from west, or purple from turtles, or...or...what?

In vain, Maka struggled to move. If she could only get an idea of where she was. The only information her eyes gathered was a blinding sea of white. Was it possible she was still caught in a land beyond reality? Is that was it was? Did she actually travel somewhere or was it just a dream? It certainly felt like she had traveled from somewhere far away really fast. All the details seemed fuzzy except for one thing.

A ballsy witch had the nerve to try taking away her memories of Soul.

Oh, and one more thing.

She, Maka Albarn, was going to kick some fuckin' witch ass.

Witches were anything but a concern to Soul right now. No, not in the slightest. In fact, really it seemed like he had a witch to thank for his current situation. It wasn't half as bad as his partner would make it out to be. Oh, and he knew exactly how she was going to act. The entire ordeal had given him a whole new insight to Miss Albarn's mind. It was like for a moment...for that wonderful moment, he could sense souls as he previously imagined Maka could. It was more than just her soul, though. Soul was given the opportunity to see into his partner's mind.

But, why and how? Let's start with the how. He felt like he knew the every detail. He could chant it like a sermon, as uncool as that would be.

Soul Evans and Maka Albarn arrived in town in the early evening. Only moments after leaving the small train station did they meet streets full of bustling villagers. Instead of hustling and bustling from the usual activities at such an hour, they were all busying themselves with scurrying away to the safety of their homes. Having nothing better to do until morning, given that no one was going to aid their investigation, the duo got a room at the first and only inn they could find. Just as soon as they reached their room for the night, Maka felt the presence of a witch.

Like always, she jumped on the opportunity. She clearly did not look forward to staying long in this small town. Soul, as much as he liked to argue with Maka just to push her buttons, could not refuse when she called him to action. She raced him across town only to meet a vast field of sunflowers instead of the witch that would make him a death scythe. There she heard what she thought was a person hiding within the field, but several wide sweeps of Soul's blade later found them only a cackling mirage of a witch. Having nothing else to go on for the night, Maka dejectedly agreed to head back in. The trip back was where it became apparent that their false encounter was not at harmless as it appeared. One way or another, Maka had been put under a spell which caused her to fall asleep standing up.

It must have been the pollen... It had blanketed the air and swirled around his partner, but since he was a scythe at the time he was unaffected.

Soul realized something was off about her, but he changed back just in time to catch her from hitting the ground. At this point, as he was carrying her, Maka was already drawn off into 'lala' land. It seemed that the whole time Maka was actually aware of what was happening, but she was in complete denial. She knew and yet was sure of herself to be simply dreaming. Really, she was being lead from one memory to the next, while bits and pieces were skewed and deleted. She was smart, though. She couldn't be fooled into believing Soul wasn't there for her. He was unaware of it at the time, but as he held his partner in his arms, she was trying desperately to hold onto him.

All the while she was fighting with maintaining her memories with the perfection she believed they deserved, Soul was trying to figure out what was wrong. With all his scampering around, running around town looking for a mirror, and contemplating breaking down doors to demand attention for his partner, it seemed that turning to Maka herself for answers was the best route. After coming back to the room he had left her in unsuccessful, Soul was given a clue from her own lips. "She's trying to take you from me, Soul..." she said amidst her slumber. That was a real attention-grabber. 'Cuz really. Who the hell could possibly pry Soul Evans from Maka Albarn? His soul had been sold to her for years, as blind as she was to the fact. As tempting as voluptuous bosoms and wide eye-catching hips were, there was nothing more pleasing than going home with her at the end of the day, or waking up to the smell of her cooking.

Soul felt it necessary to ensure his partner that "No one could take me from you, Maka." Having no idea at the time that she could actually hear him, he embraced her. He squeezed her tight against his chest never wanting to let go. In doing so, he had pressed not only his body but his soul so close to her own that he was allowed free passage. She had once passed through into his soul, so it shouldn't have been a surprise that it also worked the other way around.

When he first arrived in her domain, he was not yet sure about what had happened or what was currently happening. He knew of very simple things at this point. He was swimming through darkness in search for the light that was Maka's soul. Though he saw absolutely nothing, he knew what direction to swim in. He could sense no other souls, but he knew hers. He was drawn to her like the strongest of magnets. Nothing could stop him from finding her – and so he did. The only thing that stood between them was her own construct. She had locked herself in a corner of her mind, thinking it would be the safest place to hold on to her sanity. What she didn't know was that she had locked herself away from him and the witch still had a hold of her.

There, Soul was approached by an extension of the witch posing as Maka. She had all the beauties that his real Maka physically possessed, but she did not have her soul. It was infuriating how fake she was. A phony. Counterfeit. He could settle for nothing less than the real Maka. Besides, the imp had tried this before on Maka. She didn't fall for it, and neither was he.

It took plenty of pleading, but eventually Maka opened the door to him. She opened the door into her mind. The witch tried desperately to stop him, to take his place in Maka's mind, but she failed. All that she had over him was the enchanting sleep that still kept his partner from waking and now him as well. Unfortunately, only Maka could break the spell. All it took was the willpower. (How he knew this, he wasn't quite sure)

Soul had to find a way to wake her... To let her figure it out on her own, but be there for her every step of the way. So, he met her in a memory. It was recent – having occurred shortly before they left. The only difference in it was that he was not home. He interrupted her memory of reading a book while he had been out. It was comical, really, how much she liked losing herself to fairy tales. One could argue that she enjoyed prancing off to 'la-la' land more than she liked behind his partner, but now he knew otherwise. Oh, that beautiful mind of hers. She was thinking of him even when she didn't realize it. Her memory of the book she was reading was proof enough to him. I mean, really. She was imagining herself as the dainty and beautiful main character and picturing him as the strong hero she falls in love with? It was cheesy, but even Soul Eater Evans had to admit it was flattering.

With such knowledge...such insight, it was hard to resist her. It was difficult to remind himself that there was reason to pause for the sake of her comfort, let alone the fact that he was only in a dream world. One could say that it was the perfect opportunity to have her the way he wanted without consequence, but to Soul it was not enough. He wanted her for his own not only in unconscious thought.

Altering her memory into a whole new one, Soul chatted with Maka. He questioned her about her daydreaming of him in the only way he knew how – teasing. She got so flustered – so fucking cute that it seemed more like he was teasing himself than her. She did not want to admit that he knew exactly what she had been daydreaming about. So, he decided to take an adventure into her 'lala' land she had created with her image of him.

He simply watched for a while, given that his character was not important until later, as Maka interacted with the imaginary world around her as if she truly was this other personality. The funniest part about it was that she knew exactly what was going on, but still acted so surprised. They were, after all, acting out a scene from the book she had finished reading just before they left on their current mission. It was the book that Soul had given her. He had no idea what it was about, or that she would like it this much. He just thought it had a title she would like.

When it was finally his time to enter the stage, Soul could not help but make fun of his partner again for her book choice, even if he had chosen it for her. The storyline around them continued, but Maka's belief in it halted. She recognized him. YES. He knew she would see the absurdity. He knew she could spot what didn't fit. Even if she had daydreamt of him in this role before, this time it was not a figment of her imagination that brought him before her.

Maka was realizing what was going on, she just needed one more little shove. "Where'd you find a book like this?" he asked, prompting her to consider the situation in the direction he wanted.

It was so pleasing when it finally hit her... Oh, to see that steely determined glare of hers. It was sexy and frightening all at once.

That was his partner.

Not some dainty princess.

That steely eyed bitch was his partner.

Maka fucking Albarn.

The girl who was going to kick some fuckin' witch ass.