Yami sat up in his bed, his heart punding in his chest and sweat rolling down his face. He placed his hand on his forehead, trying to figure out what was wrong. He looked at the clock and saw the time. "I over slept?" he thought, reading the clock. He got out of bed and went to his bathroom. He turned on the shower, his mind still drifting back to his dream of the young woman. "She knew magic... different kind of magic." he thought, pulling off his shirt. He looked at the mirror and took in a deep breath. He thought that maybe his doctor was right, but then again... what if she was wrong? He shook his head and closed the door to the bathroom. He got in and stood there under the hot water. He didn't know what to do. He thought about looking for her, but then again... he didn't know her name. He looked down, his eyes closed. Her beauty played in his mind as if there were signs. "First... the nightmares and dreams... then the painting... now this dream... what's going on?" he thought. He had to get to the bottom of this. It was beginning to affect of him to the point that he was thinking about her constantly.

Sestuna and Michiru were in the kitchen as Haruka walked in. "So, any word from her? It's getting late." she stated, sitting at the bar. Michiru smiled at her and replied, "No, but I bet she's on her way. Just relax, Haruka. There's a lot going on." Setsuna looked out the window and asked, "Do you think that it probably started back up... her memories?" The other two looked at her and replied with silence. "I mean, she didn't up and leave with her father to go to Eygpt without a reason, you guys. Her memories probably started those two years ago... maybe she wanted to know what they met. I mean, what could have we done for her? We know nothing of her past... only she does." she explained. Haruka looked out the window and sighed. "You maybe right... I honestly don't know what is going on, but if she is here..." Her voice faded as a motorcycle engine shut off. They all got up and walked to the front door. Michiru opened it and they all looked at the young woman. She took off her red helmet, her long hair flowing freely about her face. " Hey you guys! Long time no see!" she smiled.

Yami pulled on his black shirt and grabbed his leather jacket. He just needed to get out for a lil bit. He looked at the book that was on his bed and sighed. He couldn't believe that he could find anything about her in the book. It was odd, how she wasn't in the record. He let out a sigh and headed for the front room. He knew that there was nothing to do about it right now. All he could think about was her, no doubt, but he had to clear his head for the moment. He picked up his keys as he pulled on his jacket. He turned off the light and locked the door behind him. There was just so much to think about... even though it was mainly about her.

"What do you mean you're going out to a bar!" they exclaimed. "Well, I just haven't been able to see everything today. Plus, I wanted to go to one. Just calm down. I'll be back before 2 in the morning." she stated, heading out. She closed the door behind her and all they could do was stand there. Haruka let out a sigh and whispered, "I knew she had changed."

Yami sat at the bar, the female bartender passing him from time to time. The bar was slightly empty tonight for some reason, but he honestly didn't car... he kinda liked it this way. He picked up his glass and looked at the ice. "You want anymore soda?" she asked. He nodded, placing the glass back down. He just couldn't get his mind off of the young woman. He heard the bell ring by the door and sighed. "Thanks..." he whispered as she placed a new glass down. He felt someone sit beside him and heard a voice.

"A bottle of whiskey, please."

He wasn't sure, but the voice sounded like the young woman from his dreams. He shook his head, thinking that he needed some sleep. He looked at his drink and sighed. This was just a waste of time. At this moment, he could be at a library, trying to find out the idenity of the mysterious young woman.

She sipped her whiskey and sighed. She coughed a bit, considering it had been a year since she had it last. She placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes. Her memories of her past life was coming back to her, but the fact that she couldn't figure out the man in her memories bothered her. She could remember his soft, yet strong dark voice call to her when she was in Eygpt, but the fact that every night she had a vivid dream about them together doing something she hadn't experience yet made it even more confusing on her part. She opened her eyes and sipped the whiskey again. She knew that she had to find him, yet, a part of her feared the worst.

Yes... she had the memories, but among them were the memories of her true father's angry voice when he found them out. Her heart sank as the memories played in the back of her mind. It was heart breaking for them both, she could tell just by looking at his face. She looked up at the bartender and requested for the whole bottle. "Are you sure, miss?" she asked. She nodded, looking back down. Her father had told her once before not to drink her problems nor her memories awhile. She had stopped at one point, but the fact that these memories had came up suddenly caused her to convert back to the Whiskey.

Yami took in a deep breath and looked at the bartender. "I'm calling it a night. I have work in the morning. I'll probably see you soon."

She looked up at the blank wall after hearing his voice, and then looked at the young man walking out the door. She sat there in silence, trying to figure out if he was the one. She then looked over at the empty seat beside her and shook her head. "It's your memories, Saturn... stop kidding yourself." she whispered to herself. She turned back around and engulfed her drink.

Yami closed the door to his apartment and locked it. He tossed his jacket on the couch and the keys on the table. He headed to the back, towards his bedroom. He told himself that he needed the sleep. But, it was the sleep part that made him restless. He pulled off his shirt and laid back on his bed. His eyes were heavy with sleep, yet his body and mind did not need it. "Show me a sign...my mysterious dark maiden... so I can sleep easily..." he whispered, dozing off.