Cubbi looked at the cupcake in tears as it slid down the wall slowly; as it did, the icing left a trail. Cubbi watched this as he looked down at the tray on his bed, then he grabbed his pillow and started to quietly cry into it. Cubbi didn't know how Wooddale could survive having Zorlock in her, with little effect and he was in so much pain from the visions that Zorlock gave him when he was being controlled by him. Why was he made to see so much hate, pain and death, why wouldn't these visions leave him?
Tavi looked at the small storm in the hallway and wondered how she created that in her state of sadness. She knew a lot about gummi magic, but she had to admit to herself that she was still a student, in the sense that she still had a lot to learn about using magic. As she looked at the storm, she stepped out of her room and the rain made her hair fall into her eyes. Since the day she had got the medallion from Lady Bane and it absorbed into her, she had not looked at the streak in her hair. She had looked at it the day it happened and accidentally did at times, but this was the first time she had looked at it since that day; the first real good look at it. As she looked at her streaked hair, she then felt a wave of tears come again as the bad memories of battle came back to her.
"Cubbi please, I know your scared but I need you now; please forgive me." Tavi said to herself as she looked about. At that moment, the storm stopped as suddenly as it appeared and she looked about then to saw her Aunt Toffi.
Wooddale smiled, "I see you seemed to have learned something else about gummi magic, Tavi."
Tavi's eyes welled up and she ran to her aunt, holding her around the waist, "Auntie, why did my family have to die, why couldn't it'd been me, why did they die and I survive?" Wooddale was at a loss of words as she held her niece; she knew she had to help her during this time of need.
Cubbi looked about again, wondering if Plucki would be there for him. He knew that he was acting like a baby, but at this time he was so scared and hopeless, he didn't know who to go to or what to do. Cubbi sighed, as he sat again on his bed he looked at the cup sitting on the tray of food, and sighed again, why were they being so nice to him after what he did, even though he wasn't' in control of his actions due to Zorlock, why couldn't he control what he did?