A/N- Well, I'm really stunned I updated this quickly. These are a lot of fun to write! Many thanks to my lone reviewer, Sora Chi.

Empty

Want to know where I go when no one tells me what to do? I go nowhere.

I'm standing in the middle of this land, if you can really call it that. There's nothing here. Nothing for me, nothing for anyone else. There should be. I know that. But...there just isn't.

I guess there is something there, because next I sit down. I need the rest, my body and mind are bending, there's only so much of that they'll take before they break. I'm not even the one who is doing it.

Something...there must be something.

I dig my fingers into the earth beneath me, ha! So there is something in here! I feel it beneath me. This place holds many secrets, secrets it won't tell me. It can't, maybe but it won't. It just spits out random words at me...

Memory...

Normal people have it. I should get it. The secrets, where could they be? There's no box to hide them in, perhaps they're invisible?

"Come to me"

I dig my fingers deeper, and reach down. The only place I haven't looked.

"You can't refuse me."

Digging at this is like digging in iron, it won't give. Why not? This place is mine; it ought to do what I tell it to.

Not yours anymore.

Then whose is it? And why did they take what is rightfully mine? Meanie.

At last, I take out the soil, 'tis hard and dry. Another handful, and another, and another...

I hit something; it's not warm, but not really cold either. Dig, dig, dig, my fingers hurt and my mind bends a little more, but it's worth it, if I can find it.

I finally have chipped away enough soil to get a good look at it. I feel my eyes grow wide as I look down at my own face.

Am I dead? That can't be. This can't be where I go when I die; I've gone here when I've been alive... Have I been dead all this time? Why did no one tell me?

No...No...Somewhere in this place is what someone looks like when they're dead and this isn't it.

He, erm, me, uh, I'm still breathing. I feel my shoulders relax. Not dead, more like asleep.

I bend down towards him, and nudge him.

Wake up!

I jump away; too, it would be quite a jolt to wake up to your own face. He doesn't move. I nudge him harder and harder, and scream at him. Not one flicker.

So. That's what I've got. Soil, myself and another me that won't wake up.

But things won't always be like this. Oh, no. One day I shall wake up he who has the answers. One day this wasteland shall be full and bustling. One day, and one day soon.

The final question, is this place my heart or my head?