Kyle! Kyle where are you? Kyle please don't do this, come back! We're dying Kyle, save us! KYLE!

Kyle woke with a start, cold sweat covering his body. Sitting up slowly, he rubbed his head with a hand. This wasn't the first time he had heard these voices.

He sighed and slowly climbed out of bed, first glancing out the window at the soon to be risen sun. It was early, and it was quiet.

Too quiet. Kyle shuddered briefly before pulling on a coat and stepping outside. The world seemed unnaturally calm today, as if it were mourning a great loss.

Kyle turned a corner, hands shoved deep in his pocket to ward off the impending cold. He was accustomed to the ever changing moods of this place. One day it could be nice and warm, and the next they would be shoved into a severe cold front. Kyle suspected that there was more to this bizarre weather than anyone was letting on though.

He froze in his tracks as he neared the edge of the city, where the balcony looked out to the sea.

Sokka was standing there, staring out into the ocean, a sad look on his face.

Kyle approached him quietly, watching carefully as not to disturb the warrior in his silent mourning.

"Hey, Sokka." He said carefully.

Sokka turned and glanced at Kyle, a look of brief surprise on his face. He said nothing as the boy leaned on the railing next to Sokka, he too staring out into the ocean.

Sokka didn't look at Kyle, but the icy chill in his voice told Kyle he was unwelcome. "What do you want?"

Kyle sighed, "You were right, about me."

Sokka was taken aback and turned to look at the older boy curiously, "what do you mean?"

Kyle frowned as he thought to himself, "I'm—not from around here,"

Sokka said nothing, voicing the obvious agreement.

Kyle took a breath, "Look, I need to get back to my friends, badly. I need to figure out how to get out of here."

Sokka bit his lip. He knew he should help the stranger, but he didn't want to trust him, he was too—different. He sighed, "I'll talk to Aang. I'm not making any promises though," he turned to walk away.

Kyle spoke after him quickly, "By the way Sokka, you're an excellent warrior."

Sokka smiled to himself and turned to look at Kyle seriously, "Thanks," he frowned, "but stay away from my sister,"

Kyle sighed as Sokka disappeared.


Alex awoke to find herself not in the forest as she had been previously, but on a bed, a real bed.

Suspicious, she stood to see that it was her room on the ship.

But did that mean…?

Screaming with joy, she raced into the hall and ran down to the stairs that led to the deck, shouting Luke's name.

When she opened the door to the deck she saw Luke standing by the railing, when she ran to him, she cried out in happiness as she saw his face.

"Luke, oh Luke. I just had the most horrid—" she stopped.

Luke was crying.

Startled, she said his name again. But as she reached for his hand she was sickened to see that it went right through.

It hadn't been a dream.

This was real.

She bit her lip to keep herself from crying, although she knew no one would see her.

Why was she here? Why could she not live in peace?

She closed her eyes tightly, wanting this to be over, wanting every hardship she was suffering to vanish before her eyes.

She heard a noise and opened her eyes quickly. To her surprise, she wasn't on the ship anymore. In fact, she was in –

She gave a gasp as a faceless monkey ran by her.

"Ko," she whispered.

Tina awoke to the sounds of—nothing.

She sat up quickly, looking around the inside of her tent. That was not a good sign. The forest was too vast to hold such silence for so long.

She stepped outside her tent, quickly glancing at the one Zuko and Josh shared. They weren't up, the fire had long died.

She narrowed her eyes, surveying the forest. Something wasn't right, she had the queerest feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Taking one last glance at the other tent, she pulled on her boots, grabbed her bag, and head west, toward the town.

Her instincts were telling her to go there.

And so far, they had yet to be wrong.

Luke turned around quickly, sensing something other than his person aboard the ship.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at the spot where Alex had been standing in her spirit form (although he did not know this).

He sighed and shook his head.

Walking down the plank, he decided to take a stroll trough the port they had landed at. Finally in the earth kingdom, he was trying to discretely discover any information about his father that was possible to obtain.

He had donned simple clothing, light gray tunic with a red sash, and black pants with his usual boots.

He had recently gotten a haircut, and was relieved that he no longer had to push his hair out of his face.

He stopped at a merchant and absently looked through articles as the shopkeeper gossiped with a customer.

"Did you hear?" she asked her customer eagerly.

"What?"

"The Fire Nation Prince was spotted not five miles from here, walking through town!"

The buyer gasped, "Really? But why?"

She shrugged, "I don't know, but most say he was cradling his arm, and it appeared bloody and swollen."

Luke turned and walked away casually, making it appear that he had no interest in the gossip.

But once he was out of sight of the shop, he broke into a run and headed for the nearest stable.

Because maybe, just maybe, if Zuko was alive—

So was Alex.