Her head hurt. Those memories always shook her heart. The darkness seemed to be a place of sanctuary, where she could hear nothing, see nothing and feel nothing. The pain from being separated with her aunt was gone. The fear she felt when she was small was gone. Her love for Senju , Zuko and her father …would that truly be gone as well?

The happy memories drifted in, brightening the world of darkness. The feeling when she had Senju's arms around her, the happiness she felt when she recognised Zuko and the love that was returned to her from her father.

No, she couldn't give up now.

She had just met her father again and she wanted Zuko to become a better person than the one she had heard in the stories. She wanted to see Senju one last time…

But Senju was gone, lost from the world and out of her reach. She will never see him again. And it was because of the war. The war that had been continued by her uncle, Ozai.

It was his fault that she would never see him again. She would stop him. Stop the war and avoid other people from feeling the pain that still struck her heart. She would avenge him and help stop this war. A war of selfish of wants and desires for power.

Yumi could feel the steady movement underneath her. It seemed that her strong feelings of wanting to stop the war allowed her to be released from her prison of painful memories and feelings. Her eyes open slightly and she could see the greyness of rocks.

Zuko noticed that she had stirred and stopped walking. He turned to look at her and saw her sad, tired eyes. Weariness was evident on her face and he recognised that she has had a hard life as well.

'Uncle! She's awake!' Iroh stopped walking. He turned back to see Zuko lowering the girl back onto the ground. Her footing was still shaky, but she had been returned to the world. He had been anxious the whole time. Seeing her in that state made him feel guilty. He could have made sure that from her young age, that she would have a good future. Iroh placed a hand on her head and patted gently. She seemed to enjoy this movement.

Yumi leaned onto Zuko's shoulder for support. She faced him, tired but able. 'Thank you.' It came out as a whisper but her eyes delivered her message strongly. Zuko, feeling a bit annoyed, nodded and helped her walk until she was steady.

'We're going to Ba Sing Se. The White Lotus has given me fake passports to allow us to enter there. Zuko will be Lee and I will be Mushi. You will be remain as Yumi as you are not any threat to any nation.' Yumi nodded and sighed in relief. If she had to take on another alias, something might slip and she would be in a lot of trouble. Iroh continued, 'We will be hiding there from the Fire Nation and Ba Sing Se won't notice any extra refugees.'

The port for the ships heading to Ba Sing Se was close, about an hour's walk. Yumi felt slightly sick but she kept going.

They finally arrive at the port and Yumi was surprised by the number of people waiting to go on a ferry to Ba Sing Se. Her eyes skim over each person and each face had etched on weariness, nervousness and signs of hardships. She felt saddened by the faces of the people, they had suffered a lot, like she had. But a smile crept up to her face. She could see that there was also hope.

Iroh led them to the ticket booth and received 3 tickets. They headed for the boat when Zuko suddenly glanced over his shoulder and spotted the Avatar. Iroh had to hold him back to try to save their cover when Zuko finally realised that there were nine Avatars in the port and each one looked slightly different to the Avatar he knew and wished to capture. He slowly followed Yumi and Iroh up to the ferry, glancing over his shoulder every so often to check if the real Avatar showed up.

Yumi leaned on the edge of the boat and closed her tired eyes. Her body felt heavy and the movement of the boat didn't help her nausea. She hoped it would be over soon. Yumi was thankful that sleep washed over her and she rested throughout the entire boat trip.

But Zuko was awake and tense. Seeing the Avatar caused adrenaline to run through his body and he couldn't sit still. He looked down at the food that everyone had been served. He looked at it with disgust. The item in the bowl barely resembled food, and it smelt even worse.

Zuko threw the food overboard but he was still hungry. He looked disgusted as he watched his uncle try to eat it. A movement caught his eye and he looked away from Iroh. A young man with a piece of straw between his teeth walked up to him. 'The name's Jet.'

Zuko nodded in return. 'The food here shouldn't be called food at don't you help us steal some food from the captain. They have a feast up there. What do you say?'

Zuko looked back at his Uncle and Yumi, wondering if he should. He didn't want the situation to get worse. Until he heard his stomach growl.

He turned to Jet and smiled.

'I'm in.'