"Any sign of her?" asked Kimiko as Jack peered out of the curtains.

"Nothing, I guess she's not following us," he said turning to her.

"Good," said Kimiko, "Then you can leave."

Jack stared at her.

"You want me to leave?" asked Jack.

"Yes," said Kimiko simply, "I want you out of my apartment before I get very angry and have to kill you."

"Kill me?" asked Jack worriedly.

"Yeah, but blood is a real pain to get out," said Kimiko, opening the door for him, "So get out and never contact me again."

Jack got up, shrugged and walked out of the door. Just before Kimiko closed it behind him, he turned.

"Thanks," said Jack, "Y'know, for saving me and everything."

"I just don't want to see Wuya kill anyone else," said Kimiko, "But you're welcome anyway."

Kimiko shut the door and walked away. She sighed and put the scroll and her new Shen-Gong-Wu in the cupboard in her kitchen. A few minutes later Kimiko was in her bedroom. She stretched and started to get changed into shorts and t-shirt before walking into her bathroom. She gazed into the mirror, staring at herself; trying to remember what she had looked like before all this had happened. Young, very young; that's all she could remember.

She walked away and climbed into her bed, curling up under the covers and closing her eyes tightly. In a few moments she was asleep and images were flashing through her dreams.

"Kimiko..." called familiar, distant voices, "Kimiko, where are you?"

Suddenly, Kimiko saw the younger version of herself, complete in Xiaolin Dragon gear and black hair tied in bunches. She ran straight through the older Kimiko watching. Kimiko watched her younger self run over to where her friends were waiting.

Kimiko stared as her younger self stopped and smiled at Raimundo, Omi, Clay, Master Fung and Dojo who were waiting to start training. Omi was bouncing up and down, over excited as usual. Raimundo was yawning after getting up at five to start his chores that were supposed to have been done the previous day, but he was too busy playing video games to remember. Clay was standing tall and laughing at Omi who was still jumping, ready to get started.

They were all just as she remembered. Master Fung opened the chest and they all collected their own Shen-Gong-Wu. Dojo made a sarcastic comment as Raimundo yawned loudly and they all laughed (except Raimundo).

Kimiko watched as her younger self stepped forward to start training and then turned to find herself now inside the temple. It was a few years later. They all looked older and they were just receiving new sashes for becoming official dragons. Raimundo grinned and as he received his. He had had to work twice as hard to get it after he received his apprentice sash later than the others after he eventually re-joined the group.

He hugged Kimiko; after all, it had been her who persuaded him to come back. The present Kimiko bit her lip as tears threatened to break from her eyes. If she hadn't made him come back he would have lived. He would've been on the wrong side but he would've been alive at least. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again she was in the middle of a fight. Still in the temple, but the temple was on fire and it was Raimundo, Omi, Clay, Dojo, Master Fung, the monks and herself against Wuya.

They were fighting with everything they had and still she kept knocking them back. The first person to go down was Raimundo. He was slammed against the wall and blood trickled down his face as he fell to the floor. Then Wuya was standing above him and Kimiko watched herself call out and try to run through the flames to get to where Wuya was lifting Raimundo up by the neck. He was pulling desperately at the claw like hand wrapped around his throat, but to no avail.

"Raimundo!" called out the younger Kimiko.

"K...Kimi...ko," spluttered Raimundo, "St...stay...back!"

"RAIMUNDO!" called Kimiko again, more desperately.

"How touching," said Wuya, a cruel smile spreading across her face, "Time to say goodbye my young apprentice."

With that she squeezed hard and there was a horrifying crack from Raimundo's neck.

"NO!" screamed younger Kimiko as Wuya dropped Raimundo's lifeless body onto the floor.

As Wuya floated through the flames, she headed for where Omi was standing. Trying to get through the flames. Next thing Kimiko saw was Omi being dropped the on ground, blood pouring from various wounds on his body. This was where she always blacked out. She wanted to stay awake; she HAD to stay awake.

Even now black patches were clouding her vision. She shook her head trying to clear her vision. Even now she could see the smoke fumes affecting her younger self; she was swaying awkwardly as she tried desperately to stay awake. Kimiko tried to walk over to her. To try and help her to stay awake, but it was no good. She felt her eyes closing slowly and no matter how hard she tried to keep them open, but they wouldn't stop.

The next thing she knew, the younger Kimiko was standing was waking up. She was in the remains of the temple. Around her were the bodies of her friends and the people who had been her family for the past years. She fell down, a look of complete horror on her face. She suddenly let out a heart wrenching scream.

The blackness closed in around the present Kimiko's face and when she opened her eyes she was in her room. Cold sweat and tears were running down her face. She never did figure out how she made it out alive. She got up and walked into her bathroom to take a shower.

When she got out of the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and stared into the mirror. For a second she saw the girl she had been only a few years previously; lively, smiling, happy and ready for action. Now even getting up, eating and walking through the apartment made her want to collapse with exhaustion.

The dreams from the previous night flashed across her eyes again. A hard pounding started in her head.

"Stop it," she muttered through gritted teeth, but the pounding continued, "STOP IT!"

She pounded her fist against the mirror.

"I...JUST...WANT...TO...FOR...GET!" she shouted, continuing to pound the mirror until it suddenly smashed.

Shards of glass stuck in the side of her hand and tears streamed down her face. She pulled herself away and after pulling the glass out of her hand, she wrapped a towel around it, trying to stop the blood.

"Why can't I forget?" she asked herself pitifully.

After eating breakfast (or whatever she found in the cupboards) she sat down at her table.

Something was nagging at her; like she knew that the dream was trying to tell her something. She thought hard about everything that had happened.

She suddenly stood up and waked over to where a calendar was hanging on the wall. She looked at the date. June 17th. It couldn't be.

Kimiko ran back into her bedroom and pulled a box out from under her bed and opened it. Inside was everything she could find that hadn't been destroyed in the fire that had destroyed most of the temple. She picked up a small, slightly singed book. On the front were the words:

Kimiko's diary. Read and be killed.

She opened it and flicked through a few pages until she got to the page she was looking for:

Dear Diary,

I've just arrived at my new home for the next few years. It's very strange and defiantly different from Tokyo. No shops, no other buildings. Just grass and mountains. There are other kids here, but all three are boys. Raimundo, Clay and this weird kid called Omi who's lived in the temple for years now. He's strange, but nothing that's stranger than this place itself. It's, like, completely alone, nothing for miles around and we have to do chores! I mean can you believe that. I'm telling you this Xiaolin temple place is totally going to destroy me if we don't get to go out once in a while.

Kimiko stopped reading and looked at the date. June 17th. What were the chances that she'd have that dream the night before the day she first arrived at the temple. She was certain the dream was telling her something now and try as she might she couldn't ignore it anymore. She had to go back.