The next morning,Victoria turned on the television to watch Yu gi Oh. Master Marik still slept,his head against her bed bottom. Seeing what episode was on, she grinned. It just happened to be one of her favorites. "Alwight!"

The Egyptian boy stirred,then looked around. "W-what's going on?"

"You taked ober Joey and Tea." The little girl's voice replied, reminding him that he was still in this weird world. He looked up at the TV,gasping. "How….?"

"You know! Wif the 'Ennium Wod!" Of course, she didn't know that what Marik had really been asking was how he could be on TV,and there.

"I knew that, but how can I be a cartoon?" He wished very much that he didn't have to see his past being relived before his very eyes. And to have this child be so excited about his wrong doings. It just didn't seem right.

The girl shrugged, watching the cartoon. "Whoa! Dat was weally close!"

Marik sighed deeply. "Are you hungry?"

"Uh huh." She turned the television off, and looked at him. "Tan get us out,Maser Mawik?"

"I don't know, but I can sure try." Marik had decided to let her call him what she would right now. Between that cartoon, and his impostor, there was no way he'd be able to convince her otherwise right now. He got up from his seat on the floor, and walked over to the door. Please let me able to get her out of here. She really needs to eat something. He tried the knob, but as he feared, his hand went right through it. "I'm sorry….I can't get it open."

The girl frowned, then looked down at the toy Item in her lap. "Use dis." She held it out to Marik.

Marik shook his head. "I don't think that's going to do me any good. Maybe you can try it?" He gave her a small smile.

She nodded,and went to the door, trying to fit the end of the Rod in the keyhole.

Marik watched her sadly, wishing he could do more for her. I wish I could help you more, Little One…perhaps at some point I will be able to. He wanted this really weird dream to end. He wondered what his brother and sister were thinking. What was his physical body doing?

"I gotted it." The young child looked up at him. "Come on,Maser Mawik. We gets foods."

"Um…. You go ahead and eat. I'll just wait up here."

" 'kay." She left him at the top of the stairs to go eat.

As soon as she was out of sight, Marik lifted up his shirt, to see if there were any signs of his horrible motorcycle accident. Seeing there were none, he wondered if he really was dead. It's not true! I can't be dead! Shouldn't I be in Heaven if I am? He sat on the small girl's floor, contemplating what to do. He didn't want to leave her in this environment, but he didn't really like the idea of staying either. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound a man's angry voice yelling, followed by shrill cries of the poor little girl. Without thinking, Marik stood up ,and ran downstairs to see what was happening.

When he got downstairs, he was met with a horrible sight. The small girl was being beaten brutally by her father with a thick leather belt.

"What did I say about eating this weekend?!"

"I so hungwy….." The trembling girl cried fearfully.

This only seemed to incense the child's father more. He shook her. "Hungry? HUNGRY?! It's because you eat so much we run out of food so quickly!!" He dropped her,kicking her slightly. "No food until Wednesday now." He threw away the sandwich she'd made, and walked out.

Marik was outraged. She doesn't look like she eats that much! She should be allowed to eat if she wants to! He mentally shouted at the cruel man, before going to see if she was all right. "Are you okay, Child?"

"uh…huh." She stood up, then collapsed again. "Why tan't you bwast hims?!"

"Because it's not a good thing to do." Marik replied, though at the moment, that's exactly what he felt like doing! "Can you get up?"

"I….I trying…" She kept collapsing in her weakness.

"Okay Okay….Relax." Marik wasn't sure what to do for her. He ordinarily would've carried her upstairs, but that was out of the question. Suddenly, he felt an overwhelming floating sensation. Now what? He looked down at the girl, as she tried to grab for him.

"Maser Mawik! No weaves….I sowwy…..I gidn't mean to get hurted!!"

Marik shook his head. "I'll come back for you, young one. I promise. " Just as suddenly, he felt himself fall into a deep sleep.

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"Marik?!" Rishid started in shock, when his brother began to stir. "Dear Brother, you're all right!"

Ishizu smiled in relief. "We thought we were going to lose you again."

The Egyptian boy moaned softly, now aware of his pain. "Rishid? Ishizu? How long have I been asleep?"

"You fell out of consciousness in mid-treatment, My Brother." Ishizu explained quietly. "You were in that state when we arrived."

Rishid nodded. "Do you hurt badly?"

"It's not so bad right now." Marik smiled weakly, then he remembered the little girl. "Oh! I've just had the worst experience."

"Of course you have. You were in a bad accident." Ishizu told him.

"No,Sister. Not that. I was in this weird world, where there was a little girl, and her father beats her, and starves her!"

Ishizu frowned. "Where does she live?"

"Not here in this world. It was like…an alternate world." Marik winced a sharp pain shot up his ribs.

"Do you need pain medication?" Rishid asked his younger brother in concern.

"No no….that's not necessary….I'm all right, really." The Egyptian boy insisted,with a weak smile.

Rishid just shook his head. "You are one strong boy."

Marik laid back again. "I really want to help her…."

"But how can you, if she lives in a different world than us?" Ishizu wondered aloud.

"I don't know…I just don't know. I didn't even ask her name." Marik closed his eyes wearily. "I might've been unconscious, but I do not count that as sleeping…"

"Do rest then. We shall worry about the little girl some more once you've rested up some." Ishizu advised him.

Marik didn't argue the point. He was already half asleep, and a few minutes later, exhaustion took him all together into a restful slumber.