All of a sudden, the man clasped his bony grey hands around Jak's neck. He applied pressure so Jak couldn't breathe. Jak slammed his own hands against the man's to try and remove them but found his hands numb from the bitter cold. The man held Jak up by his neck and Jak went limp. Daxter crawled up the man's arm and bit his hand. The man dropped Jak, who had passed out from lack of oxygen. He recovered a can and sprayed whatever was inside of it, in Daxter face. The ottsel choked, before joining his best friend...

...out cold.

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Chapter 12: Reunion (Part one)

Keira sat with her back pressed against the wall. She had sat in the same dark cell for nearly a whole week. She was beginning to loose hope. Jak and Daxter had not found her yet.

She pushed her leftover "meal" across the floor and watched a small black rat nibble nervously at the stale piece of bread.

Keira sighed deeply and buried her head in her hands. She could help crying. She guessed she would never see her friends and family again but kept on waiting. After all, it was all she could do.

The rat had finished the bread and was now cleaning its face and paws. Keira looked at it. It was her only source of company but was hardly worth making conversation to.

"Hello, little fella" she whispered so she wouldn't scare it. "Have you seen any heroes around here?"

The rat took one look at her and darted through a crack in the wall, leaving a cloud of dust in front of her. Keira sighed once more and resumed sulking in the corner.

She had made herself some sort of "bed" mounted on the back wall. There was a piece of wood but it wasn't too comfy. She had spread her jacket out on top of it and her shoes had been placed at one end to suffice for a pillow.

The young girl wiped away her tears and sat on the bench. She was starving and very thirsty. Sometimes, if some of the fog condensed, she would get a mouthful of clean water, but other than that, she had a cup of a murky liquid to drink from everyday.

The lurker guard would pass it through the bars every morning. If Keira was lucky, she would actually get some of the food if the lurker hadn't dropped it on the dirty stone flooring.

She sat and thought to herself,

"what would Gol and Maia want with me. Isn't it Jak who they wanted? Oh, I do hope he's ok."

She drifted off into a nap. She hadn't slept properly in ages.

Keira figured she must have slept for a while as, when she awoke, it was beginning to get dark. She had fallen off her bench and was now lying on the floor, covered in a thick layer of dust.

There was a sudden loud "crash" coming from around the corner.

"Stupid lurker!" she moaned. "Probably walked into the bars again."

She stood up and looked out of the window. The fog was thicker than ever and she couldn't see the tree anymore. She could only just make out the faint glow of the sun going down below the horizon.

"I wonder what it's like in Sandover at the moment. I wonder if there's a big beautiful sunset and a gentle breeze as well. I'll bet that the birds will be singing merrily and the wumpbees humming as they collect pollen. That reminds me of their honey. Sweet, sweet wumpbee honey. I could sure go for some of that right now. It has a sticky, gooey runny texture and sticks to your fingers. And, and if you get it in your hair, it's a nightmare!" Keira had actually started to giggle at the thought of how frustrating it was to attempt to get wumpbee honey out of her hair.

"It's a wonder golden colour and comes in a bid round jar..." She continued, yawning. "And if you get it all over your fingers, you can't never put the lid on straight..."

"Keira? Is that you?" Interrupted a familiar voice.

"Daddy?" Keira called back.

"Keira! It is you! I've stuck here for days!"

"Daddy! Where's Jak?"

"I don't know! I was sitting by Jak, waiting for him to wake up when Gol and Maia marched right through the door and took me away!"

"They captured you?"

"Yes you could say that. I tried to fight them off but they built some sort of cocoon made of Dark Eco around me. I couldn't move."

Daddy, a few days ago, something weird happened. I was dreaming and Jak was there. He told me not to worry. I mean, it seemed really realistic. I swear I could hear his voice."

"He was using Purple Eco. A means of communication through dreams. That's why he was unconscious."

"What was that noise earlier?"

"I haven't a clue. It came from down there, didn't it?"

"Yeah"

"HELLO?" Samos shouted. "Is anyone there?"

Nothing was heard.

"I give up. All we can do is wait. Jak will come one day" Keira said, optimistically.

"What about Daxter?" Samos asked.

"Oh! And him of course!" She giggled, blushing.

"I wonder if they'll ever find us. We are in the clouds" Samos said, in deep thought.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I have good feeling we'll see them soon" Keira said with a smile on her face. "Hey, look on the bright side. At least we can talk to each other. I know it may not seem like a long time I've been in here, but without someone to communicate with, it feels like an eternity."

"At least you've got a window" Samos joked.

The two of them laughed.

There was another loud "bang" coming from the other end of the corridor.

"There it is again!" Samos shouted.

A: N Sorry it was so short. Please note there is another part to this chapter and I will write it as soon as possible.

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