Phase 1:

An: It's Warning time! Warning: Mentions to drugs, shows fighting, cursing, depression, ect.

It was August and the sunny L.A. was hot. It never quite got this hot in England and the young Noodle was surprisingly comforted by the heat. It was the kind of heat she felt in her dreams. She had just had one the previous night. This one however was not as torturous as the other ones she had gotten before.

It was sunny. Noodle looked to be about five. She saw some other kids her age, they were japanesse as well. The kids were out in a hill. A strange man made them run laps up and down the hill before writing stuff down in his notebook. The young Noodle approached the strange man,

"Can we play?", she pleaded in Japanesse. The strange man looked down at the young girl with warm eyes.

"I suppose you could for a little", he responded in English.

"Thank you!", young Noodle responded in English before joining the other children. She heard the man mumble to himself.

"I suppose the English lessons are working. Maybe we could move on to Spainish or Chinesse next".

The rest of the kids all played for a while. They all wore big smiles and laughed. Everyone was enjoying themselves until the strange man called them back into the bus. All the kids seemed engulfed in furry, they simply wanted to keep playing. Noodle was the last one to enter the bus. "Thank you",she said gratefully to the strange man before hopping up the large stairs.

Noodles didn't understand the meaning of these dreams. At first, she wondered if they were merely figments of her imagination. She soon realized that the homesick nostalgic feeling she felt churn inside of her stomach told her otherwise. She knew she had to get to the bottom of them. She wished she could tell one of her bandmates about them, but her English limited her interactions with them.

Noodle got up from her bed. She figured it was time to eat something for breakfast. She walked into the large kitchen and searched the fridge for food. Just yesterday, there was some leftover pizza in the fridge and some other snacks. Today, there was absolutely nothing in the fridge. Noodle assumed one of her bandmates brought some friends over and they ate all the food. Noodle checked the cabinets to little luck. All she found was a bag of weed behind an empty cereal box. Who ever the drug belonged to, Noodle couldn't guess. She closed the cabinets and rushed to her room

Noodle grabbed her flip phone off the nightstand and checked the time. It was 10 am. There was a time when Saturdays mornings were filled with bacon and pancakes, laughter and conversation, love and warmth. Now, it was a time were the boys slept in from the results of partying and Noodle looked around for food to no avail. Sighing, Noodle decided to get ready for the day.

If the boys weren't going to take care of her, she would have to, she bitterly thought. She brushed her teeth, hair, and put on her odd beige coat-dress. Sure, it was hot outside, but Noodle would simply have to endure the heat for the sake of her signature coat. Noodle grabbed her wallet which had quite a lot of money in it for a nearly twelve year old. She only took 100 dollars, though. She'd rather keep some safe at home. Noodle was about to go to one of her favorite places and she knew she would have no control over her money i she brought all of it.

Noodle was putting on her shoes and getting ready to leave the rented house before she was interrupted by a female voice.

"You must be Noodle", a blonde girl with smudged make up said.

Noodle looked around at the girl. She didn't know who brought her home and she didn't want to know. Sometimes the girls would try and talk to Noodle as they left in the morning. Noodle didn't want to talk to them, though. She found it really uncomfortable talking to someone who she knew had just been with one of her bandmates, her father figures. And as much as Russel and 2-D had tried to protect Noodle's innocence by making her close her eyes during inappropriate scenes in movies or being discreet about their female companions, Noodle was no fool. She knew well what went on there and she didn't care to talk to the females always passing by the house.

"Hai", was all Noodle said before bolting out the door into sweet sunshine. She ran and ran until she remembered she could call a taxi. She searched her brain for the number before punching it in to her phone.

"Ronald's Taxi's, how may I help you?"

"Uh… Taxi… please send"

The receptionist sensed the girl's limited English skills.

"We will send a taxi to you", he slowly said. "Where are you?"

Noodle gave the address of where she was and soon a taxi was seen. She got in it and the driver asked where she wanted to go.

"Little Tokyo", Noodle replied excited.

The taxi driver dropped Noodle off in the bustling Little Tokyo. She had paid him twenty dollars and thanked him before she took off for her day's adventure. Noodle simply loved Little Tokyo. It was the only place she didn't need a translator! Noodle felt her stomach rumble and looked around for street vendors. She saw a man at a stand selling Tiayaki (fish shaped bread with a sweet bean filling) for a dollar. Noodle bought one before wolfing it down.

The streets were so pretty and bustling with action. Noodle thought she could stay here forever. Noodle saw a backpack that had characters from her favorite manga on it. She bought it and put all of her belongings in it. She had wandered into some of the shops selling trinkets and comic books. She purchased a few comics written in Japanese (most of the ones in England were written in English) and placed them in her bag.

Noodle found herself growing hungary again so she ordered some teriyaki and chahan (fried rice). After she was done eating, she checked the time on her flip phone. It was already three! Noodle got thought for a second. What if Russel or 2-D, maybe even Murdoc may be worried that the elleven going on twelve year old wasn't home. Then reality hit her.

The boys were gone. They were too preoccupied with their own lives to worry about her. Shoot, maybe they were still asleep. Noodle felt a tinge of sadness in her stomach. They used to try. At the beginning of their break in L.A, they tried to still take care of her. Now, it was different. Noodle would have started bawling right there on the bench she was eating on if it weren't for the fact that she had cried so many times over the situation, the tears just didn't come.

Noodle stayed around Little Tokyo a while longer before catching some buses home. The excitement of visiting her favorite place in L.A had subsided. She felt extreme sadness as she neared the way closer to her neighborhood. Eventually, she had to walk some mile home. Tears formed in her eyes, but they never fell. Suddenly, as she was three houses down the street, an idea popped in her head.

"I have to go back to Japan!".

An: I had to do so much research for this chapter. I'd love to go to Little Tokyo or China Town, or Korea Town. What about you? Have you gone to any town like that? Maybe Little Italy or something? I've been to China Town in D.C once, it wasn't all that. A bit touristy, not authentic.