He seemed to be going around in circles, but he couldn't tell where he'd already been. He felt so full of panic-how many days had gone by? What if they were years to her? What if she was dying as he ran in circles in this maze? It was the cruelest thing to run in circles as her heart was hurting. Or probably worse yet, healing.

All the bushes looked the same as he ran past them. White, and with the leaves all arranged perfectly. How would he ever be able to tell where he was? He sighed, frustrated, and pushed his hair back away from his forehead with his fingers. He stopped breathing for a moment in awe.

It was like an answer, his hands. He pulled one of his gloves off and used his teeth to tear a strip off of the bottom. He quickly tied it to one of the leaves. The black strip, though small, stood out ferociously against the white of the hedges. With a renewed faith, he set off running, and simultaneously tearing his glove into strips of black. Every time he turned a corner, he tied a strip to a branch. Every time he tied part of his glove on, he could see it stand out with boldness against the white of it's surroundings. He smiled inwardly.

Because he had a renewed sense of confidence, he developed a system of turning. Right, right, left. More than once, he came across shredded black hung on the shrubs, and had to turn a different way. He ran for what seemed like hours, sweat building upon him, and fatigue battling it's way into his soul. The endless hours flew by, and he continued to run. The mazy encircled him, never-ending in it's hopelessness.

Then, at the last of his strength, he tripped, fell, just laid on the ground, staring up at black sky. Sleep fought it's way up his legs, making it's way up his chest, his head. His eyes closed as Yuna's spirit seemed to fly away from her at an alarming speed. Then, something unimaginable happened.

Tidus opened his eyes, and there she was, a white vision in her summoner's clothes leaning over him. He sat up, and looked at her.

"Tidus, don't sleep. I need you to come back to me," her voice was faint, but it was the same endearing voice that he had missed for so long.

An undescribable feeling came over him as he stood up and faced her. "Yuna. . ." he whispered as he picked up his hand to touch her cheek. His bare hand felt nothing, though, as she was barely more than a wisp of smoke.

Now he knew how she must have felt as she tumbled through him. It killed him, for her to be so close, but still so far away. His heart hurt more than ever, and he could barely breathe.

"You can't sleep anymore, Tidus. Time slips away, here, and I'm fading. I'm fading without you," the ghost whispered helplessly. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Tidus come back to me. You have to follow me. . ." she said hurriedly.

"I'll follow you, wherever you go," he replied quietly. She smiled and nodded, then turned and ran.

He ran as fast as he could to keep up with her. White shrubbery and black thread blurred on either side of him as he turned through the maze in some sick, twisted pattern that had tried so long to keep them apart. Every part of him ached to catch up with her, like maybe when they reached the end, he'd be able to touch her. She left the maze, with him following not very far after.

Yuna's ghost turned around and smiled and Tidus. "I have to go. Don't stay away any longer."

"Yuna, don't go. You can't leave me, I feel like I have so much longer. . ."

"Tidus," she smiled. "I have to go, my body needs me."

"I won't be far behind, then," he took another step closer.

"Promise?"

"I promise," his eyes filled with tears, and she was already crying.

The ghost turned away and vanished, letting out one long, high-pitched whistle as she left.