I know I'm starting off really slow... but.. atleast... there's progress!

'Ow!' the first thought that I have registered in my mind.

Numb: The first feeling of the day.

I let out a little gasp, my back hurts—"AAH!"—no slash that! MY WHOLE BODY HURTS! 'Damn..'

"What happened?" I asked out to no one, I lifted my head off the rough… sand? My hand, although still sore, move to feel the rough surface. 'Yes indeed it is sand'

"Where are we?" I asked to no one in particular.

I looked up, sun proudly showed itself in my eyes. Not to be a 'Genjo Sanzo' but if I just have any gun, I would probably shoot the sun just for it to dim.

I looked all around, "DESSERT?" I screamed out.

"OWH! Gwet ywur lpwegs owf mwy stowmach! Can't breathe!" I heard someone from the…ground? Said.

'That sounded like… Shane!—SHANE!'

Indeed Shane it was! I looked down on my legs, saw it being supported by a hill? No.. that's just Shane's stomach.

"DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO GET OFF!" seems like Shane snapped.

"Okay fine geez!" I got up, wincing as I felt my muscles contract. 'How long have we been here?' I wondered.

I helped Shane get up, because, well, as my mother said, I'm always the good Samaritan, which I can't deny though. I like helping people!

I looked around once again, to confirm, yes, it is a desserted dessert.

"Dessert?" Shane asked no one in particular.

"Yep.. seems like it…how long have we been here?" I asked her, she's the one with the wrist watch!

Little do I know, how much time we've spent out here in the dessert won't matter much, because we're lost and separated from our other friends.

Shane let out a sigh. Being lost, separated, and was about to run low on water—the brat needs water.

And I could definitely sense a long painful whining to come out of Shane's mouth.

And it did.

We were just exploring the dessert, trying to see if we were TRULY separated from our dear friends. Or were they just next to us the whole time like our carry-on bags have been?

"UUGH! STOOP!" An angry me shouted out in frustration. My ears hurt.

I was stomping on the ground, I didn't care, I'm the one whining now! I'm going to make Shane know how it felt to be the one being whined to.

"Could you just shut up? We're firkin lost! And all you wonder about is water! WATER! And WATER! And your precious books! I MEAN WE MAY HAVE TO DIE IN HERE!..." I babbled

…and babbled…

…and babbled.

Until incoherent words came out of my mouth.

"OW! OW! OW!" I heard the ground said below me. "Did the ground just talked?" I stopped blabbing and asked Shane.

"That's not the ground dumbass! That's Ann you're stomping on!" Shane replied.

Did I mention Shane is not only a brat, she also has a way with words? She does.

I looked down, and saw, yes.. Ann.

Ann's little body. Her shoulder-length black hair was all over the place, I helped her up. She looked… tanner than she did before. "Have you been spending some time out in the sun to make you look that orange!" I asked her, teasingly. She wasn't that tanned now, but there is such a big difference!

I just thank god that I was laying on the sand with my fully clothed back towards the sun. Or else I could've ended up so orange and tanned like Ann is now. Thankfully, my skin was in the same color and tone as it was before! And so does Shane! Though… it would be really fun if Shane did get tanner… she's shriek and be all over the place, going all "My tan is uneven! MY TAN IS UNEVEN!". Yes, that would be sweet.

I smiled evily. Which didn't go unnoticed.

"What are you smiling about?" Ann asked, "And you!" she points to Shane, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD ARE YOU LAUGHING YOUR FAT ASS ABOUT!"

Ann was mad.

'Uh oh.'

"Nothing!" I said in my defence. Shane however, just showing off how brave she is, she didn't stopped laughing.

'Now that's tempting Ann to hurt you' I thought while looking directly at Ann and Shane, hopefully it would reach Shane's mind, but no, that just happens in some other reality. But then, to my surprise.. she did get it!

"Huh?" was her reaction.. and Ann's.

Seems like Ann heard my little telepathic message to Shane too.

'It's good they're confused and not going to fight… or else I'll be the one who have to stop them.. I must say, Ann doesn't look like the fighter type with her small built, but she's heavy as hell! And Shane? Pfft… that's like asking a fish not to swim! Unstoppable!' I thought back then, now however, I wish I never thought of that thought when our telepathic connection lines are still on.

Guess what? They've heard it.

Poor me.

"Ninety-nine hundred of beers on the wall! Ninety-nine hundred of beers! I take one down and gulp it down and now there's 98 hundred of beers on the wall! 98 hundred of beers on the wall! 98 hundred of beers!... wait.. what number of beers now? Uhhmm…. Oh well! I'll just sing it all over again….1 million of beers on the wall! 1 million of beers!..." Ann was singing, out of boredom I guess.

We have been walking around aimlessly in the dessert for almost 4 hours, in hopes that we'd find our lost friend, Sora.

"Shut up! You're driving me crazy! And you haven't even reach half of the beers on the wall!" Shane yelled at Ann, frustrated pulling out her hair.

I sighed, 'Not again…'

I was tired, firkin tired. And no one was giving me any break (the earlier part doesn't count), and to top all of that off… I don't know where we are or where Sora is!