Bakura stopped dead in his thoughts. Something was happening to the ring. He could feel it. And that same thing was happening to his host.
He didn't even have a moment to mindlink with his light before the dank room around him started to melt. He could feel his hands turning to sand again, the same fire that once consumed him now burning within his chest. Light was breaking through every dark corner, and he found each speck of brightness more disorienting than the last.
"Ryou! Ryou what's going on?" he screamed, but couldn't feel any response.
Bakura started to panic.
He grabbed onto his copy of the millennium item, and started shouting at it. The darkness around him began to glow a fierce red.
"Ryou! Answer me, damn you!" Bakura shrieked, shaking the ring. It suddenly felt very cold. "Ryou! What did you do! What's going on!"
A familiar tile floor suddenly appeared beneath him. He was in Ryou's apartment. And in solid form.
"What was that?" he shouted, still staring at the ring. "Why'd you pull me out into your…"
He looked up. And he saw Ryou's large brown eyes staring back at him.
"…body…" he gasped, and let go of the millennium ring. The pieces jangled against his chest in a dead weight.
Ryou hadn't yet moved. He looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"It worked…" the boy finally managed to talk. He reached for his own copy of the ring, his hand searching desperately while his eyes remained fixed on Bakura. "It worked… Yami… you're free…"