Quatre's response to my lover's comment was utter shock. Now if that statement would have come from me the first words out of his mouth would be, "Stop joking." However it is true, there is no body of Wufei lying in that bed over the Arabian's shoulder.

The blonde looks over at the bed and his fears were confirmed. "Where did he go?"

"Dead man walking," I joke. I was rightfully rewarded two deadly glares. People these days, try to lighten the mood and you get shot down.

The two continue with the conversation. Ignoring me in the process mind you, which was fine by me.

I turn around towards the direction of the stairs and caught sight of Wufei. He was clothed in loose fitting dark colored jeans and navy blue tank top. Right away I notice that his hair is damp and down from its tight ponytail. Probably came out of the shower.

"Hey guys, look it's Wu," I say to I interrupt their conversation. I walk towards our comrade as he passes the corner and makes his way downstairs.

Heero and Quatre's footsteps fill the hallway as they catch up with me. Soon they run past me and stop at the stairs. Their heads then snap at me in unison. Whatever the effect they wanted was achieved, because it was disturbing.

I walk towards them to see what had them in disbelief. I take a thorough glance at the stairs and there is no evidence of the Chinese pilot. Only Trowa is at the end of the stairs, closing the entrance door behind him.

"Duo," Heero said sternly, "stop playing games already." The look on the Japanese boy's face was completely serious.

"I'm not playing games, you can ask Trowa if he saw him," I defend myself.

"It's not possible," Quatre said to himself, "I saw with my own eyes."

"But his body is gone," I reason.

"I know, but I just don't understand."