There was complete silence and solitude between all the members on the sandcraft. Gallows stuck to his room, and Virginia was in hers. Clive was lying in his bed. Emilia was at the helm, but she was not doing anything and merely letting the auto-pilot drive. Jet meanwhile sat on the roof again enjoying the slowly blowing winds and the sky that was turning a purple-like blue.

No one wanted to talk about Twilight Sun this time around. No one wanted to speak of what they saw. They had not even formed another plan yet. They did not bother with dinner. They all just really, kept to themselves. That was driving Virginia crazy though. She hated the forced silence that the group had thrown on themselves. So, she started with the easiest person she felt she could talk to, and that was Jet. Once again she had trouble getting onto the roof and Jet had to move and help her.

After a few more moments of silence as she sat beside him she spoke. "Nobody seems to want to talk to each other. Do you think...it's due to Twilight Sun?"

"No doubt. It seemed like everyone aside from me was tricked by it." It was quiet for another moment. "What did you see? I mean, what did I walk in on there?"

"Oh...Well...You and I were simply really just sitting there in that lounge I suppose. We were waiting for our friends...and....and my father."

"I see." He returned to quiet as did she.

"What did you happen to see?"

"I...saw...Filgaia as it was before Yggdrasil." Jet simply replied. "I guess...You were there too. You said it was my birthday. It doesn't matter though because I knew that place wasn't any bit real. So...I left." He grinned. "You were older than now though by a few years. I think it was meant to be some future that seemed like one I would like or something. Y'know, with the oceans and grass."

She blushed and looked aside. She heard something else than what Jet was actually saying. 'Her' and 'future' in the same discussion seemed hopeful to her. "Go on." She begged, but acted opposite of that.

"Uh...well...You were sort of dressed...like a woman." She whacks him. "Not to say...that you don't now, I just mean...it was more...girly?"

"Pheh. You say I'm a tomboy while the version of you was looking like the perfect handsome gentleman? Pulease!" She scoffed. He heard handsome, and she heard it again now that she thought about it. That only made her pink skin redder.

Clive meanwhile was focusing on Emilia as he left his room. He stopped dead behind her. "Clive? What is it?"

"I had a few questions about...your mother."

"Do...we have to talk about that now?"

"It would help. There is something going on with Nobuo. He talked as if he knew me well." Clive said sternly. "Maybe if I-"

"I don't know Nobuo. Never met him until today." She said honestly. "Nor did my mother know him probably until recent."

"Why is your mother working with him?"

"I...wish I knew. I haven't seen her in a long time. Maybe...she just went crazy...or maybe, she developed a case of 'empty nest syndrome'. Whatever her reason, we will probably find out in time." She observed.

"You're right. I just wish I knew more about the two of them. Maybe we could figure out their goals, and how they operate. We could figure out what it was your mother did to us using the Twilight Sun. She had no previous power did she?"

"No, she never did."

"What about...did she have a high level of a sort of...connection with guardians or anything like that?"

"If she was gifted?"

"Yes."

"I...think so. I never found out much about it, but I think she does have some sort of latent ability. Possibly...the control of emotions. Maybe...Twilight Sun had something to do with the dreams we saw, and my mother simply brought it out."

"I'm more concerned why it did not mention Carole or Nobuo. There must be a reason as to why they did not have the same done to them." Clive added with thought. "Maybe there's something they did that we didn't."

"From what I can gather from what I overheard...everyone of our dreams was exactly that; dreams. They all seemed to be things that we wanted to see. That we yearned for. The only way we dispelled that was by breaking from the dream and accepting reality. By not wanting what is wanted by your subconscious." She speculated and thusly blew Clive's brain. He was used to him saying such things.

"I believe you are correct." Clive heard a growl from his stomach. "I'm going to attend to my need to eat. We will talk about our next moves in more length tomorrow when everybody is ready." She nodded her head.

Gallows stared at his ceiling. He had seen his mother. His father. Some reason, he could not seem to remember them so much now. He wondered what happened to his parents. Did they ditch him and his brother for reasons much like him and ran away? Did they die? He did not recall now. Strange he felt.

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Okay...It's time for a reviewer debate. Should I go on to the next part of the original NDS and write the story arch involving the clay Golem of Rabbi Lowë—It's not the same as WA golems, but rather the one based off of religion. I think Hebrew religion actually if I remember. I don't know, I'm not Jewish.

If not that I will skip ahead to a better arc involving a frival—friend/rival—and a battle over an action figure Subject to change on that object being that this is a rewrite and the genders if the two characters have changed from male to female, so it may end up being a doll instead.

You decide, whatever the case they are just filler that will lead into the next part of the story. Though, I shouldn't say filler since they each are parts of the original NDS. I just don't have the time to rewrite the whole thing, and I know no one wants to see that. I would end up making an AU fic, and I don't want that.