Untitled Run for cover! Siara is still here!!!! And she commands you all to say nice things about her in your reviews (BUT MOSTLY NICE THINGS ABOUT THIS CHAPTER!!!) or else. *Menacingly holds "The Legendary" over a shark-infested ocean* :P[enter Sita]

My computer sucks; I can't post my story until I get my other one back. Sorry everyone, I tried.

Gohan was back in his cell, barely alive under the cold hand that had wrapped around him. Alone. Completely alone. Far from Earth. Far from any friends. Alone. With a monster. But why did he want him? Gohan yawned tiredly. He hadn't really slept well for the past few days, ever since he saw Fog. He haunted his dreams. Taunted him at every turn, awake or not. But he needed sleep. And he was, at this moment, willingly to face ten Fogs just so he can close his eyes and make up for the lost sleep. Unfortunately, his dreams were still disturbed.

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" Gohan."

Gohan turned around. He was back home. It was snowing again, littering the ground with pure light. He didn't feel cold anymore; actually kind of warm. Maybe because he was warm. And someone had called for him. Gohan ran to his house, happiness beating in his heart. Home. He was home. Gohan burst through the front door, expecting his stressful mother cooking at the stove, his father on the ground doing sit-ups. Instead, the house was empty. The furniture was still in the place where it should have been but it was dusty and worn. Cobwebs and spiders grew in the corners. No mother, no father.

" H-Hello?" Gohan called through the silent house. There was no answer. Gohan stepped inside the house farther and brushed up a thick cloud of dust. Coughing, Gohan realized no one had lived here for a very long time. Then where were his parents?

Fit to prove logic wrong, Gohan started running from room to room. Into his parents' room, where the bed was tightly made on the floor and visible layer of dust bunnies in the corner.

" Mom!?" Gohan cried out franticly. They had to be here! He wasn't gone long! Gohan continued his search and found what he knew all along…Nothing. Slumped back in the kitchen chair, a defeated wear on his bent back, Gohan held his face in his hands. He wanted to cry. But didn't. Tears wouldn't bring anyone back to him.

Suddenly, at the tilt of Gohan's head, he noticed a small light. Lifting his head from his hands, he looked down the hall that lead to the light that creeped from under the door - It was Gohan's bedroom. Completely curious, Gohan stood and walked down the short hall. But he stopped at the door and instead stared at it. He didn't know why; he had no reason to. But he did. He couldn't lift his hand to the knob and turn it. The door blocked the light.

This door blocked an answer. An answer Gohan needed…to save his life.

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