A/N; So this chapter is really messy and all over the place but you'll see why I guess. This is the exciting part I told you I'd get to. More angsty than exciting but hey what can you do. Also, don't worry! Baymax is coming soon, I promise. I have a rough plot outline in my head and he slots in nicely somewhere a little further along so he's coming, he just wouldn't make sense in the early parts of the story (this chapter specially). So yeah, thanks for the support so far! I hope you enjoy :)


Rena sat back on the sofa, her eyes squeezed shut and her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. They'd just got back from SFIT and she had immediately collapsed onto the sofa, her head pounding and her eyes itching for sleep. Tadashi was in the kitchen, pacing up and down and muttering feverishly to himself.

'TADASHI! Please! Just... stop!' She snapped, wincing when she moved her head to look at him. He ignored her and she reluctantly stood and stiffly moved to the kitchen, trying to ignore the aching of her head. She grabbed his hand and clicked her fingers in his face. 'Calm down and quit working yourself up into a state about nothing.'

'Nothing?! Our little brother is MISSING!'

'Missing my ass! Did you not read the text he sent? Or do the words somehow have a different meaning in your weirdo brain?'

To reinforce her point, she pulled her phone out her pocket and flashed the screen in his face. On the screen a message from Hiro was displayed.

hi. staying over at harvey's for a while so i'll be home late. don't wait up for me i'm fine i'll call you if there's any problems.

Tadashi sighed and she slid her phone back into her pocket. 'The hell is going on with you?'

'I'm sorry! I just worry about-'

'Yeah I've heard all that before, Tadashi. Just... cool it down alright? No one's dying, no one's hurt. Everyone's fine, yeah?'

'Yeah. I suppose. Only-'

'No. Shut up. Promise me that you'll stop doing this to yourself?'

'Well hang on a minute-'

'Promise me!'

'... fine.'

'Thank you! Now come play Mario Kart with me.' Rena sighed, throwing her hands in the air and walking away from him. She'd almost made it back to the sofa when her knees buckled and she fell forwards, black spots dancing across her vision.

'Woah!' Tadashi said, rushing towards her. 'What happened there? You okay?'

He put a hand on her elbow but she waved him off. 'I'm fine! Just got a little dizzy all of a sudden.'

'You look really pale.' He said nervously.

Rena struggled to her feet and looked at him defiantly. 'I said I'm fine.'

Truth was, she felt like shit. But she decided firmly that she didn't want to give Tadashi another thing to add to his growing list of anxieties. She had no idea what was going on with him, he seemed so much more freaked out than usual. Maybe it was just the stress of college. Or Baymax. Or the fact that Hiro was getting into betting again, a dangerous sign that he was about to fall back into the dangerous world of botfighting. He'd barely escaped alive the first time the amount that he won, Rena didn't think he'd be so lucky again. Her head hurt even more just thinking about it. Rena staggered forwards and collapsed into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. She lent forwards and rested her head against the cool surface, wrapping her arms around herself. Tadashi sat opposite her and she couldn't see his face but she just knew that he was looking at her anxiously, chewing his lip as he always did when he was unsure.

'Tadashi.' She mumbled, 'stop looking at me. I'm fine.'

'No, you're not. You basically just collapsed. What's up?'

Rena sat up and fixed him with a cold stare. 'Nothing! I'm just tired is all.'

'Yeah but you've been acting weird-'

'Oh you're one to talk!' She snapped, 'you're the one that's been pacing up and down the kitchen for the past hour. Oh, and "should I call him? I will just in case?" Dashi, I know that you're usually very worried about us but this is a whole new level. And so suddenly, why?'

He paused. 'I... I didn't think that you'd noticed.'

She scoffed. 'Of course I noticed. I'm not as dumb as you think.'

'I don't think you're dumb.'

'Mhmm.' She sat back and crossed her arms, wincing as the slight movement sent a shock wave of pain that reverberated inside her skull. She yelped and pressed a hand to her head. Tadashi was instantly up and out of his seat. Rena didn't bother to ask where he was going, she just focused on trying not to vomit all over the floor. Now that wouldn't be fun to clean up.

'Would you get me a-' she started but Tadashi was instantly back at her side. He handed her a glass of water and she took it gratefully. He pressed a couple of pills into her hand and she swallowed them without even asking what they were. 'Thank you.'

'Don't mention it.' He pulled a chair over and slid it next to her, wrapping his arms around her. Rena lent against her big brother's warm form. Damn. He'd never fail to be immensely comforting.

'Piss off.' She whispered, smiling.

Tadashi smiled back and lent down, removing his arms from around his little sister. He fumbled with his prosthetic for a second before removing it and setting it down on the ground carefully. 'Sorry, can't.'

'Great! Now tell me what's wrong with you.'

'Nothing! We don't need to be talking about this now-'

She pulled away from him. 'Nii-chan.'

Tadashi stiffened, a small smile slowly working its way across his face. 'Haven't heard that one in a while.'

She nodded. 'Remember when Hiro used to call you that every ten minutes?'

'Yeah. To think I used to find it annoying.' He shook his head, 'I miss when things were simple. Before...'

He trailed off into silence, but Rena know what he meant. Before their little brother joined high school and became closed off and reckless. Before the bullying and the botfighting. Back when an ice cream cone would fix anything and life was simple. 'Me too.'

She heard a sniff and looked up, shocked to find that he was crying. 'Dashi?'

He shook his head and swiftly reattached his prosthetic. 'I'm going to bed.' He mumbled, getting out his chair and practically running out of the room.

Rena watched him go, her mouth hanging open. What had just happened? What was going on with him, and why was he being so weirdly secretive? For some reason he had forgotten that she knew him better than literally anyone else on the planet, even Hiro.

'Dashi!' She called after him, but he was either too far away to hear her or he was just ignoring her. She suspected it was the latter, their apartment wasn't that small. Rena sighed, debating over whether or not to follow him. If it were her, she'd probably want to be alone. Then again, Tadashi wasn't her. And whatever was going on with him was something that she wanted to know about. She hated seeing him like that, all weird and worrisome. She sighed and stood up, intending to follow him up to his room. But her body had other ideas. As soon as she stood, the room spun so quickly that she felt sick. She tried to step forwards but her knees buckled again and she sank to the floor, trembling.

'What the hell?' She murmured to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and taking in deep breaths in order to combat the nausea.

Well, it seemed that she had no other option but to sit on the floor until whatever this was passed. What a good sister she was, leaving her brother to cry alone in his room. Rena wrapped her arms around herself and sighed deeply.

It was a good thing that no one else was around to see her crawl around the living room floor because she knew for a fact that she'd never live it down. Eventually though, she managed to force herself up the stairs and into her tiny bedroom. She collapsed onto the bed, her eyes itching with exhaustion and her entire body aching numbly. She had no idea what was wrong, maybe she'd managed to contract a weird form of the flu? The idea scared her slightly, she pretty much never got ill. The last time she had been sick was when Fred made enchiladas a couple of years back and somehow managed to give their entire friend group food poisoning. She wanted to call for Tadashi, he would probably know what was wrong. But her eyes were itching with exhaustion and her muscles begged for rest. She decided to just sleep it off, knowing that it was probably not the best idea but also not caring. She turned over and almost instantly fell asleep.


Rena woke in a cold sweat. She sat up slowly, her head spinning and her stomach doing somersaults. Her heart was hammering in her rib cage and her breathing was rapid. These would have been considered normal if she had just had a nightmare, but she couldn't even remember dreaming anything at all. She threw the blankets off herself and sat up slowly, trying not to vomit on the bedroom floor. Water. She needed water.

Five minutes later (after a lot of silent cursing and staggering) she had somehow managed to stumble to the kitchen. She flicked the light on and caught a reflection of herself in the oven door. Well, it was safe to say that she wasn't going to win any beauty pageants anytime soon. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, praying that she would stop feeling like shit by the morning. She grabbed a glass and filled it with water. She drank slowly, the glass clinking against her teeth as her hand was trembling like a leaf. She set the glass down on the side before she dropped it and glanced at the clock on the oven door. Only 2:15am. It was a Friday - she would normally still be awake by this time. She'd be sitting on her bead listening to music and-

Creeeeak. Bang. Rustle.

Rena tensed, praying to whoever was out there that this wasn't a robber. Or a murderer. Or a-

Shit. She could hear footsteps. The only thing her delirious mind could think to do was grab a wooden spoon that Cass had left lying on the side. Yeah, like that would do a lot of good when she was up against a criminal. Slowly, she edged towards the stairs and tried not to think about how she was extremely close to passing out. Rena raised her wooden spoon in what she hoped was a threatening manner but in reality probably made her look like a housewife. She held her breath as footsteps approached and edged towards the door. The door swung open and she swung wildly in the air, a sharp yelp of pain telling her that the spoon had met its target. The figure cursed and backed away from her. Rena squinted at the criminal and gasped with recognition.

'Hiro!' Her voice sounded slurred, which was something that she wasn't expecting.

'Yeah it's me! Enough with the utensil attacking, alright?' He shook his head, rubbing his arm where she'd hit him.

'You scared me! I thought you were a robber or something!'

'Keep your voice down! You really want to wake them up?' He hissed angrily. He looked at her and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. 'You were in the kitchen and the weapon you choose to go up against a potential armed robber is a... wooden spoon? What was wrong with the massive knives Aunt Cass has in the draws?'

Rena turned the spoon over in her hands. Huh. A knife! Why hadn't she thought of that? 'I don't know... I panicked? Besides, be grateful that I didn't stab you.'

'You okay?' He asked, concerned.

'Are you?'

He shifted uncomfortably. 'Yeah. I'm fine, why wouldn't I be? I was just working on my project with Harvey.'

'So why are you home so late?'

He shrugged. 'It took longer than we thought it would is all.'

Rena's mind felt cloudy. She knew that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. 'Okay...'

Hiro nodded. 'Uh, yeah. So... I'm going to bed now.'

'Wait!' She said, 'you're hurt.' She had only just realised, but his lip was split and there was a nasty looking cut on his forehead. 'What happened?'

Hiro cringed. 'It's nothing. I uh.. I fell.'

'You fell.' She said dubiously. 'I don't- actually you know what? Never mind.'

'You're not mad?' He said hopefully.

'Mad?' Rena squinted at him, confused. 'What would I be mad about?'

'Oh! Wait, what? I mean, nothing! Nothing. Everything is great.'

'Uhhh, okay?' Rena said. She was about to go back to bed when she remembered. 'Clean! Yes, let's get you cleaned up.'

Hiro followed her upstairs to the bathroom, confused about her lack of anger. He thought he'd been stupid and made what was really going on obvious. Even an idiot would be able to latch on. The fact that his super brainy sister seemed unable to catch on unnerved him. He was relieved obviously. The last thing he wanted was to get in trouble. But... this was weird. He didn't even laugh when she fell up the stairs twice. Something was wrong. But he wasn't going to mention it. She was probably just tired. Besides, if he pointed it out or told Tadashi then he would be in heaps of trouble.

Rena stumbled into the bathroom and Hiro turned the lights on. She knelt down and began rooting in the cupboards, clumsily knocking over bottles and boxes of pills. She cursed under her breath as a box of paracetamol burst open and sent little white pills cascading all over the bathroom floor. She could feel Hiro's gaze on her back as she scooped them up and shoved them back in the box, spilling half of them on the floor again. He sighed and bent down next to her.

'Let me do it.'

'No! It's fine.'

He ignored her and elbowed her aside, quickly stuffing the pills back into the box and throwing it back in the cupboard. 'Why were you looking for so long? The antiseptic is literally right there!' He grabbed the bottle and a couple of cotton pads and placed them on the side of the sink.

'Didn't see them. Here-' She stepped forwards but fell against the wall.

Hiro raised his eyebrows. 'Sit down. I'll do it.'

He turned to the mirror and dabbed the stuff on carefully, wincing. Rena watched him slightly guiltily. The kid was hurt and she couldn't even stand up to help him. She didn't realise that he was watching her in the mirror.

'It's fine. I've done this a hundred times already.'

'Yeah but that's just even sadder.'

He shrugged. 'If you say so. What's sad to me is the fact that you're still awake and not in bed when you can barely stand.'

'I'm fine, I'm just tired.'

'Rena.' He said gently, very uncharacteristically of him.

'Hiro.' She snapped, standing. 'See? I'm fine!' But before she could even move her stomach clenched and she retched. Hiro seemed to understand what was happening a second before she did. He lunged out of the way as she collapsed onto her knees, shaking. Hiro grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to the toilet just as the first wave of vomit appeared. She coughed and shuddered as the pancakes she had previously forced down reappeared. Hiro placed a tentative hand on her back and she felt guilty almost instantly. There he was, filling the role of the older sibling after just coming home in the dead of night hurt and exhausted. She had promised herself that she would do better, that she would be stronger for her brother. For both of her brothers.

After a couple of minutes, she considered it safe enough to sit up. She edged away from the toilet as though it was poisonous and lent against the bath, the cool surface was nice on her sweating back. She pulled her knees to her chest and lowered her head, wondering what the hell was going on with her. Flu? No, there was no fever. Food poisoning? It couldn't be ruled out just yet, but if it were then wouldn't Tadashi be ill as well? Plus, food poisoning didn't explain the bleariness and confusion she was experiencing. She remained in that position for a few more minutes, and just when she decided that he had left her and gone to bed he was sitting on the floor next to her and sliding an arm around her shoulders. Rena gently tipped her head back and rested it against her brother's shoulder. She was reminded painfully of when they'd last been this close - during that weird period of time in which Tadashi wasn't around and they were both utterly lost without him.

'Yeah you're totally fine though.' Hiro said sarcastically, breaking the tension in the small room. 'Absolutely and completely fine.'

Rena smiled weakly. 'Whoops.'

'You're unbelievable sometimes.'

'Well, I guess that's something we have in common then.'

He paused, chewing his lip. An unfortunate trait that he had inherited from their older brother. 'We should get to bed.'

The very idea of moving made Rena want to cry. She'd much rather just curl up where she was on the floor rather than heave her aching muscles to her bedroom. But she couldn't worry Hiro. Besides, it wasn't his job to look after her. 'Look at you, being all responsible. Proud of you.'

'Gee, thanks!'

He stood and helped her to her feet. She still felt extremely sick and dizzy but decided to try as hard as possible to not let that show. 'You're welcome! Seriously though, I am proud of you. You're in SFIT! That's awesome! And you

stopped that... betting or whatever.' She yawned massively, trying to remain casual and probably failing.

'You mean the botfighting?'

'Hell yeah! That!' Rena said, slurring so badly that she sounded drunk. 'You're not doing that anymore! That's so amazing! Hey, are you crying?'

'What?!' Hiro snapped, wiping a tear from his face. 'No!' He stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked down at the floor to avoid her gaze. Rena looked at him suspiciously. She looked very guilty about something and she knew she was missing something. But as soon as the thought came, it disappeared. It was like a moment of clarity in her foggy head that had disappeared as soon as it had arrived.

'Okay!' She said, holding up her hands in mock surrender.

Hiro shook his head and she followed him out into the hallway. 'Night.' He said gruffly, sounding suspiciously teary for someone that wasn't crying. Rena didn't have the energy to respond to him verbally, so she grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently before he wrenched it out of her grip and practically ran up the stairs to his room. Rena sighed and used the wall to get to her own bedroom, fearing that if she collapsed now she wouldn't be able to get back up. She opened her door and sank onto the carpeted floor instantly. She knew she should get up and get into bed but the carpet was so soft... and she was so exhausted. Then, before she knew it, her eyes were sliding shut and she fell unconscious.


Rena was awoken by someone shaking her shoulder.

'Rena! For gods sake WAKE UP!'

'Wha?' she mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Why was she on the floor? She didn't remember falling asleep on the floor. In fact, she couldn't remember anything about last night. She vaguely remembered a... a wooden spoon?

'We need your help.' Tadashi said. She barely registered what he was saying, she felt as though she hadn't slept at all.

'Help? Where?'

'What do you mean where? In the cafe! Wake up.' He snapped. She then realised that he was wearing a signature lucky cat apron and his name badge pinned to his polo. 'There's an absolute rush of customers and Aunt Cass is swept off her feet. Get dressed and come down as soon as possible. Also, I'd recommend not sleeping on the floor, but you do you.' And then he was gone, she could hear him thundering back downstairs.

Jeez, things must be stressful for Tadashi to act so chill about finding her asleep on the floor. She had a funny feeling that if this were any other occasion he'd go mental and pelt her with questions. But whatever, she preferred for him not to ask. Besides, if he had asked then she wouldn't be able to give him a straight answer anyway. She stood up, her limbs feeling like molten lead. Her movements were jerky and sluggish, almost as though she wasn't in control of her own body.

'No.' She muttered to herself, 'I'm in control. Of everything. I'm fine.'

She got changed slowly, it took her ages to be able to find her uniform. Turns out it was just neatly folded in her drawers but for some reason she didn't register that it was her uniform for about five minutes. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her face truly mirroring how she felt. She sighed and grabbed a face wipe, wiping her face before quickly attempting a tiny bit of makeup in order to make herself look at least a little presentable. But nope, her hands didn't want to seem to cooperate so she scrapped the idea altogether.

Ten minutes later, she was in the cafe and holding a steaming mug of black coffee with no idea where to go. Tadashi had seen her and had immediately thrust it into her hands without a word. She assumed it was for a customer but the temptation to just down it all was almost too strong. She swallowed and lumbered clumsily across the rammed cafe. Tadashi was right, it was absolutely rammed. She squeezed past an old woman and slid behind the counter next to Tadashi.

'T!' She called.

'What?' He replied, sounding very stressed.

'Where's this going?'

'I told you!'

'No you didn't!'

He sighed. 'Mabel, it's her regular order. Every Saturday morning, one black coffee and a two slices of plain toast.

Rena paused. Mabel. She did recognise the name but for whatever reason couldn't put a face to it. 'Riiiight... and Mabel is...?'

Tadashi stared at her. 'We don't have the time for messing around.' Rena just stared back at him and after a second he seemed to realise that she was being genuine. 'Seriously? She's come in every week since we were kids? She literally buys us birthday cards!' Rena shook her head and he sighed, 'the old woman over there on table ten. Hurry back please.'

Rena walked stiffly over to table ten with the coffee. She gave it to a grinning Mabel who pinched her cheeks and complimented her profusely. Rena could do nothing but smile back and thank her for her kind words. She walked back over to Tadashi feeling thoroughly confused. She had recognised the woman on sight but the fact that she had not been able to remember her had thrown her. A lot. What was going on? Why did everything feel so fuzzy?

'Rena!' Tadashi snapped when she came back to him.

'What now?!'

'You just walked past THREE tables that need clearing! Am I gonna have to retrain you or will you get your ideas straight?' He softened slightly when he saw the panicked look on her face. 'What's going on with you? You're normally great at this.'

Rena shrugged. 'Tired.' She said simply. She walked back over to the tables and cleared them of their mugs and plates. She ignored Tadashi trying to say something when she walked past, instead walking straight behind him and heading for the kitchen. She dumped the plates on the side and smiled at Hiro who grimaced back.

'I HATE dish-washing duty!' He grumbled. The sink was full up to his elbows with various pieces of cutlery.

'If you whine again I won't pay you!' Aunt Cass sang from the corner. She was cheerfully mixing a bowl of what appeared to be cookie dough, although Rena could tell that she was stressed from the way that she kept looking at the clock and the massive bag of potato chips that were already half finished.

'Is anyone else coming in?' Rena asked her Aunt.

Cass frowned. 'Umm, no honey. I don't normally have anyone in Saturday mornings, you know that. It's never this busy so Robbie and Iris don't come in until lunch. Another two and a half hours yet.' She added, gritting her teeth and mixing the dough with a lot more force than what was probably necessary.

'Right! Okay. Well, I'd best get back out there.' Rena said, turning to leave.

'Wait! Table two.' Cass said, handing her a plate of eggs that Rena didn't even notice was there. She nodded meekly and left, even more confused than she was before. Why did people keep thinking that she should know all this information? Like, yeah sure she lived at the cafe and helped out more days than she didn't but... did she really know all this? She felt a stab of insecurity. Was she always this inadequate?

'Eggs.' She said, too distracted to put on her gleaming smile reserved just for customers. She slid the plate neatly in front of the man sat there and he smiled at her. Rena felt a shiver go down her spine.

'Thanks darling.' The man said, sounding anything but warm. He was wearing a fedora and a huge winter coat. Seriously? Sure, it was November, but the guy was inside, and it was sweltering inside the cafe! Rena pulled on the neck of her polo shirt subconsciously. She was sweating, how was this guy able to sit there in his huge winter coat. He had a sleek, black beard and... was that a glass eye?

'Y...you're welcome.' Rena stammered nervously, unsure as to why she was so scared of him. She swore she recognised him, but when he spoke she was certain of it. His voice... where had she heard it before? Clearly she wasn't one for remembering today. She spun on her heel and made a beeline for the ladies room, ignoring Tadashi's protests from across the cafe floor.

She locked the door behind her and sat down on the toilet seat, taking her hair out of its messy ponytail just so she could run her hands through it. She twisted her curls between her fingers and pushed down the urge to scream in frustration. First, she had awoken on the bedroom floor with no memory of even falling asleep. Then, she had forgotten all about the kindly regular and the staff rota which she was pretty sure she'd accidentally memorised. Then, that weirdo guy that for some reason made her palms sweat. There had to be a reason for this, surely? What the hell was going on, why did she feel like her head had been stuffed with cotton wool?

She shook her head and stood up, looking at her reflection as though it would offer her any guidance. But no, unfortunately all she received when she stood was a wave of dizziness so strong that it made her stomach turn. She retched, diving onto the floor just in time. When she had finished vomiting, she wiped her mouth on a square of toilet paper and felt thankful that she didn't get any on the floor. After all, it would be her cleaning it up. She straightened out, wobbling slightly. She tied her hair up again and quickly splashed her face with cold water, hoping that she didn't look too awful. She was tempted to dip and head back upstairs to bed but shut that idea down almost instantly. She was fine! It was probably just a weird side-effect of exhaustion... or something. She couldn't let the side down now, especially when the cafe was so busy. And she didn't want her family to worry about her or think she was weak. Nope, that was the last thing she wanted. She swore to herself a long time ago that she would never be a burden to them. Ever.

'Where the hell did you go?'

'The bathroom! Calm down!'

'Rena I swear to-' Tadashi trailed off and stared at her, squinting at her face.

'It's rude to stare, what now?'

'Are you high?'

'What? No! The hell are you talking about?'

'Your eyes!'

Rena blinked. Another wave of dizziness hit and she swayed slightly, grabbing onto the counter so that she wouldn't fall. 'What about them?'

Tadashi turned around, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 'Umm, what are you talking about?'

'You just said your eyes!'

'Uh, no I didn't? I didn't say anything!'

'Yes you did! You-' Rena stopped mid-sentence. The cafe was empty. That wasn't right, it had been full of people ten seconds earlier. 'What the f-'

'Rena?' Tadashi looked genuinely concerned. He dropped the cloth that he was using to wipe down the counter and walked over to her. Rena blinked. Wasn't he just standing right in front of her? 'Are you joking or?'

'I-' She faltered, trembling. 'You-'

He took her by the shoulders. 'I said that over an hour ago. Your eyes were dilated. They still are, actually. You told me to shut up and you haven't said a word since.'

Rena choked back a sob. 'I did?'

'Yeah. You didn't even say anything when I yelled at you for smashing that plate. You just stood there and stared at me.'

Rena shook her head. Nope, she was dreaming. Was she? She pinched her arm a little harder than she had intended to and winced. Nope, this was real. 'Haha, very funny Tadashi.'

'No, I'm being serious!'

'Yeah. Sure you are.' She turned away from him and walked a little unsteadily across the empty cafe to the stairs. She was thrown by the disappearance of the customers but she pretended not to be. She could figure it out when she got to her room.

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

She started going up the stairs but it was as though all of her limbs didn't belong to her. She fell more than once, scraping her hands on the wood. She lent against the wall, knocking off a picture frame and sending shards of glass all over the stairs as it shattered. Was that Tadashi calling her? Nope, ignore him. Ignore the glass in your hands and ignore the ringing. She ran her tongue over her teeth and coughed. Water. Water would be good.

Then she was at the sink without any memory of being there. The glass shook in her hand, sending water slopping over the edges. Screaming. Was that her or someone else? It didn't matter. Screaming. Water. Glass in her hands. Glass on the floor. Water on her new shoes. Oh damn, Mom and Dad were gonna be angry. No wait, these shoes weren't new. Were they? Mom and Dad. Dead. Cap. Clouds. Car. Crash. Screaming. Blood. Screaming. Rena clamped her hands over her ears, the screams of her dying Mother reverberating in her brain. Hiro's crying. No, Hiro wasn't crying. And he wasn't three anymore.

'Dashi.' She slurred, stepping over the glass and nearly falling. Her hands slammed into the table and her eyes stung with tears. Bile rose in her throat and she wanted to go to sleep. Sleep would be nice.

'Rena.' her Dad said, stepping towards her. Was that her Dad? No, it was her brother. Which one?

'Please.' She said, then louder 'help me.'

She didn't know who she was pleading to, but she was slipping. Her brother was walking towards her but she was getting further and further away. She whimpered pathetically, extending her arms out towards him. He was saying something but his mouth wasn't making any words. She couldn't reach him. Why couldn't she reach him? Who was screaming? Why did her hands hurt? Why did her feet feel wet? That man. The man from the cafe. He was laughing at her. Was he? He was jeering and laughing. No, she was imagining it. Sleep. Sleep would be nice.

Then she was falling.

Falling.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Into darkness.