Sarah: Man, 26 was one hell of a cliffy, wasn't it? Let's see if we can cure that! ONWARD!!!!!!!

Saya was still on the plank and she staggered a bit when the statues shattered, but thankfully she didn't fall.

"Saya!" cried Jou, worriedly. Yami was worried as well, but his eyes had not left Koujo since the second him showed up. He knew it was an illusion and prayed Koujo knew the same... but when he saw the Ushebti shatter... he finally had to look away, ashamed.

"Dear Ra," he thought. "I... did I really hurt her... that much?"

"Explain your game, Shadi!" Yami looked back up at Koujo to see she had totally recoved- the cold look, the look that reminded him so much of himself, was back on her face.

"What is my game?" Shadi asked with a smirk. "Your heart- that is my game." Koujo's eyes widened.

"My... my heart...?"

"Let's play a game, Princess," illusion Yami said, coldly, taking of his Millennium Puzzle. "The rules are simple- we use the Puzzle as a die. When the puzzle lands, one of us must take two steps in whatever direction it points. If I roll, you must move and vice versa. Do you understand?" Koujo nodded once, obviously holding back tears. It was so obvious, that no one was surprised when her last statue started to crack!

"Koujo!" cried Yami. "Please, listen to me! That is only an illusion! You must defeat it!" Koujo didn't respond- she still couldn't hear Yami. It wouldn't have mattered if she had- she all ready knew how she was going to play this game.

"Go a head and roll." The illusion smirked and dropped the puzzle. The puzzle landed on the floor and pointed to Koujo.

"Two steps behind you!" Illusion Yami cried. Koujo said nothing, taking her two steps towards the pit. "Your turn." What Koujo said next was a shock to everyone... everyone except herself.

"I pass." Shadi's eyes widened.

"What?!"

Yami watched in horror as his double picked up the puzzle and started to roll it again. If Koujo didn't roll, she'd walk off the side of the pit in a matter of seconds. The puzzle hit the ground, pointing in the same direction it had before. Koujo took two more steps.

"Go," the illusion said, kicking the puzzle towards her. Koujo stopped the puzzle with her foot and kicked it back.

"Pass."

"What are you doing?!" yelled Shadi. "Are you giving up?!" Koujo, her back to Shadi, shook her head.

"I'm not giving up," she said. "I'm following the third rule of gaming." Shadi looked at her, confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. "What is this third rule?"

"Never show your trump card until the end." Shadi tossed his head back, laughing hysterically.

"Trump card?! You have no trump card, Princess!" Koujo looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.

"Of course I do... but since you've failed to think of it, it's obviously something you've never seen." Shadi shook his head.

"There is nothing I've failed to think of," he said. "But it would seem that you are going to die here tonight." He looked at Illusion Yami and pointed to the pit. "Roll the puzzle! Send her to the shadows!" The illusion didn't move. "Did you hear me!? DO IT!" The puzzle never fell to the ground. Instead it began to vanish... as did the illusion of Yami. "What?!"

"I trust my father." Shadi looked over to see Koujo glaring at him, her arms crossed over her chest. "He may not seem to remember me," she said. "But deep down, a part of him does. That part of him still loves me..." Her eyes narrowed. "And that part of him won't let me die."

The roof top became incased in silence as Koujo's words sunk in to all there. Yami took them the hardest. He had hurt her so much with his request... yet, she thought... she knew he still loved her? Shadi was watching this as well.

"How?" he asked. "How did...?" Koujo shook her head, smiling.

"Love has no past or present, Shadi," she replied. "No matter what the circumstances, it can never be forgotten." Suddenly, the pit vanished as the sound of something shattering filled the air. Koujo looked up to see Shadi's statue break into a million pieces, allowing his Millennium Key to slide down and touch Saya's hand. The young girl blinked and looked around.

"Huh?"

"Saya!" cried Yami, running towards her. "Don't look..." Saya looked down. "Down." Saya's eyes widened as she realized how high up she was. She let out a gasp, allowing Seto-ryu to slip from her arms. The stuffed dragon bounced on the plank once before falling off towards the ground below.

"SETO-RYU!" Saya reached out, trying to catch her beloved dragon. She lost her balance and started to fall off. "AH!" Yami wasted no time- he darted towards the plank and snatched Saya's wrist, pulling her back to the safety of the roof. Saya cuddled close to Yami, whimpering softly.

"Saya!" Saya gasped.

"SONKEI!" She wiggled free from Yami's grip and ran over to Seto. She leapt into his arms, hugging his tight. "Sonkei..."

Seto and Mokuba had gotten to the roof just in time to see Yami grab Saya and pull her back onto the roof. Seto felt his heart leap into his throat when she started to fall and was more than glad to have her safe in his arms again. He smoothed down the young girl's hair as she sobbed into his coat.

"S-Seto-ryu," she whimpered. "He fell!"

"Shh, calm down," Seto told her. "We can get him back." Mokuba nodded.

"Yeah, Seto's right, Saya-imouto!" he said. "He'll be all right." Saya seemed to calm down a bit after that and was soon fast asleep in Seto's arms. Seto looked over at Yami.

"Thanks," he said. "You know, for saving Saya." Yami shook his head.

"I'm not the one you need to thank," Yami replied. "It was Koujo who..." It suddenly hit him- Koujo hadn't said a word since the game ended. And Shadi- where had that son-of-a-bitch gone? Yami turned around to see how Koujo was... she was lying on the ground, not moving.

"Koujo!" Yami ran over and took her in his arms, checking her pulse. She was alive, but just barely. "Little love," he whispered, not really knowing why. "Little love, please wake up..." Koujo stirred slightly, letting out a soft moan but she didn't wake up. Yami got to his feet with her still in his arms.

"I'm taking her home." With that, he was gone.

Seto carried Saya out of the museum with Mokuba following close behind. The first thing he did was to look for the Blue-Eyes plushie bearing his name. Thankfully, he found it lying on the sidewalk in a mud puddle, still in one piece. There was nothing wrong with it that a washing machine couldn't cure. Against his better judgment, he put the toy in Saya's arms. She gripped it tight, soiling her clothes as well as Seto's... nothing a washing machine couldn't cure.