Eh, I don't believe I have anyone new to thank this time. Oh well.

The pirate tossed a saber over my head to Nori, who caught it and began slashing at the Heartless. The pirate himself had taken out a couple clubs to fight the black creatures as well. Knowing that I too would want something to do, Nori threw me his video phone when he got a second and ordered, "Call Sora and tell him that if he don't get his butt over here right now…" He got distracted for a moment as the number of Heartless grew even larger.

I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence, however. I immediately began flipping through the phone numbers he had in his contacts list. By the time I got to the 'k's I realized I should have started at the end of the list because Nehemiah, Roxas, Sora, Vash, and Warren all started with letters at the end of the alphabet. Roxas and Nehemiah turned out to not be on the list—maybe they didn't have phones—so I called Sora like Nori had said.

When Sora answered the phone, I just screamed because I had been tackled that instant by one of the Heartless. I swatted at it, but to no avail. My arm just went right through the creature. The pirate smacked it on its back and it dissolved into black particles. Then I was able to turn back to the phone.

"What's wrong?" Sora asked. He was obviously very concerned after he heard me scream.

"The Heartless!" I exclaimed. "They're…they're…"

"Where are you Tiara?"

"Somewhere by Kairi's house…I think. Aren't we Nori?"

Nori slid to my side as if he were a baseball player. "Yeah," he assured Sora, "like right next to her house. If she walked out the front door and waved at us, we could see her."

"What's going on?" Sora wondered.

"I'm not sure. Something went wrong. Just get here Sora." Nori and I were suddenly overtaken by the Heartless. He had to beat them all back from around us for a second. It was strange to me how it seemed every one that Nori or the pirate made dissolve came back as two or three more.

When Sora saw with his own eyes what was going on, he finished, "Oh, okay. We're on our way," and he hung up as Nori helped me to my feet. The pirate was viciously swinging away at the Heartless. Nori, on the other hand, waited patiently and protectively for the creatures to attack the two of us before slashing.

Realizing that I had become a burden for him, I suggested, "Would it help if I fought too?"

Nori shrugged distractedly. "Ask the pirate. He's the one with weapons to spare."

I waited for a moment when the path between the pirate and I seemed less dangerous and then made a dash toward him. About halfway there, there was an odd POP!, which made me jump backwards, and the pirate disappeared. Nori looked down to his now empty hands where was once held a saber. The pirate had been called to a story, and now the two of us were entirely weaponless against a thousand Heartless.

Nori and I looked around helplessly as the Heartless closed further and further in on us. Both of us had given in, when I saw a comforting figure in the distance.

"Master Windu!" I shouted, waving my arms at the cloaked man down the street. "Please help us Master Windu!"

Nori pulled my arm back down demanding, "Dude, what are you doing?" He seemed to be very shocked.

Honestly, I answered, "I'm asking for help. Do you have a problem with that?"

With a sigh, Nori explained, "Did you notice that the Heartless stopped attacking, but they're hanging around like they're waiting for a signal? Who do you think they're waiting for?"

"I don't know," I replied thinking to myself, Why on Earth are you asking me that right now?

"He's the only person around right now," Nori gestured to Windu. "Doesn't that say something to you?"

I laughed. "Master Windu does not control the Heartless, Nori. For one: he's not even from the same game. And two: he's not a bad guy."

"How many times do I have to tell you? People here aren't the same as the way you see them. Master Windu is dead. That is an evil replica of him, and because of you, he's coming towards us."

"Sorry," I squeaked, beginning to back away.

Taking off his backpack, Nori knelt to the ground and started digging through it. After taking everything out, he pulled out the dress shoes Tiara had put in there. He looked at them in depressed shock and then turned the whole backpack upside down to see if anything unexpected would fall out. Nothing did.

"This is all we have!" He exclaimed, picking the shoes back up. "I can't fight a light saber with dress shoes!" Nori turned to me frustratedly, noticing that I was in tall, high-heeled boots. It was easy to tell by the expression on his face that he'd come up with an idea. "Can I have your shoes?"

I agreed and quickly tried to take them off. It probably was pretty funny to watch me hopping around, yanking on my feet, but I managed to get them to Nori just as Windu reached us. Nori grabbed one in each hand and swung them around like they were num-chucks, or something. Windu immediately activated his light saber, and in only a few seconds, the boots were completely useless, having been shredded to pieces. Nori dropped them to the ground with an embarrassed smile. Picking up his dress shoes, he chucked them at Windu. The Jedi, however, was easily able to deflect them with his light saber.

"Stupid medichlorians!" Nori shouted, bending over to take off one of his shoes and throwing that at Windu as well.

"Is this always what happens when people write fanfiction about dead characters?" I asked, nervously backing further away from Windu.

"Not always, but a lot of the time," Nori replied. Then he added, "Chiyo could come back like this."

"I swear from this day on to never write stories about people who have already died."

Nori laughed slightly as he took off his other shoe. We didn't have many choices but to keep trying. With a determined and vicious, yet crazy, rabid expression, Nori yelled, "Go, go gadget Anime-arms-are-to-fast-for-Jedi-to-see!" He began flailing his arms in a way I thought possible only in cartoon strips and then let go of the shoe at a moment he thought Windu wouldn't expect it. Still, the force allowed Windu to easily deflect the projectile.

Nori dropped his head, clenching his fists and closing his eyes in frustration. After a second's worth of thought with no results, he ripped his fake glasses off and threw them at the ground.

"You wanna cuss, don't you?" I questioned.

"Yes!" Nori agreed through his teeth.

"It's okay. I know how you feel."

At that moment, the evil Jedi took a large leap toward us, and Nori pushed me back ordering, "Tiara, stay behind me."

"Why?" I wondered, unable to hold back my curiosity, but I obeyed.

"Because," Nori answered, "he needs to have a computer to kill me. If he cuts your head off, you'll really die."

Windu laughed slightly, making his first noise of the night, and dropped his arms to his side. That was the signal the Heartless had been waiting for. They suddenly gathered behind us and began attacking again. Nori tried to protect me on both sides, running from one to the other. He still didn't have anything to protect me with, though, just his own body.

Convinced he only had one option, Nori closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tackled me, commanding, "Get down!" I fell to my hands and knees, and he tried to cover every inch of my body with his. He pushed my head down so it wouldn't stick out. Then, softly he whispered, "I'm sorry," as we just waited for an end to come.

It wasn't very long before the Heartless began to crawl all over Nori. He was absolutely silent, though, doing nothing more than protecting me. Windu seemed to have grown tired of waiting because he raised his lightsaber high above his head to strike. Neither of us moved as the blade came soaring down. It never hit us. We heard the clash of laser on metal and looked up to see Sora using all his strength to counter the force of the Jedi with his giant key.

Nori sighed in relief that we weren't dead yet, but even if Sora took care of Windu, we still had all the Heartless to fight with no weapons. Sora shoved Windu extra hard to give himself a second to talk to us. He helped Nori and I to our feet and then handed Nori his key.

Making a new one for himself from particles in the air and deflecting the next blow from Windu, he greeted, "Use that one; it's Roxas's. And what's with the blue hair?"

Nori immediately began to fight off the Heartless from around me, replying, "That's the only reason we actually made it all the way back to Kairi's house."

I frowned, asking Nori, "You can actually use that key? I thought you had to be chosen by the key."

Sora laughed a bit, answering as quickly as he could, "Life isn't a game girl."

I rolled my eyes. "So that's different too." I felt really helpless as Sora and Nori tried their bests to protect me. If only I could do something to help. This was annoying. Sora took an extra hard blow from Windu who powerfully pushed Sora down on one knee. It looked like the key was starting to melt too. As Sora and Windu were locked in that position, each trying to out power the other, and Nori slashed away at the Heartless, a ring of fire flashed up from my right. It spread around us, killing all of the Heartless, but leaving the four people unharmed.

Appearing through the flames was the face of Warren. I smiled. That made things much easier. Taking advantage of the fact that he now had no one to fight, Nori decided he would help Sora take out Windu. Before he got there, however, the evil Jedi flipped over Sora's head to confront the new threat Warren. Sora looked exhausted, gripping at his throbbing muscles. He was grateful for the break.

Warren didn't get to challenge Windu either. As the two warriors approached one another, a large circle appeared behind them that looked kind of like the portal from Stargate. Quickly I realized what it was, and both Sora and I stared at it thinking, Oh God, no! Just as we had expected, a strange redhead appeared through the gel-like center and walked directly to Windu.

"Axel," I stated excitedly, having recognized the man. Sora looked at me with one eyebrow raised as if asking, "And you're excited why?"

Axel grabbed Windu by the neck of his cloak and stated, "You failed. Let me handle the fire king." He roughly shoved the evil Jedi back through the portal and then turned to Warren. "You think you know a lot about fire? We'll see about that."

We got to watch Warren form a fire ball like he had at the tavern and fling it at Axel. Axel easily deflected it, however, or more absorbed it. We didn't get to watch any more than that, though, because Axel formed a ring of fire around the two of them. None of us could see what was going on after that. All of us were worried for Warren, but that was only for a second. Instantly, we were distracted by a string of other people coming from the portal.

"And Demyx!" I exclaimed upon seeing the first who was blonde with a weird mullet.

"Again," Sora complained, "why are you happy about this?"

I just kept naming them off, "And Xigbar, and Saix, and Zexion, and Lexaeus, and Larxene, and Xaldin, and Luxord, and Marluxia, and Vexen, and Xemnas…Hey wait. That's all of them, except Roxas of course. All thirteen!"

Sora just stared at me in confusion, and after that Nori joined him, asking, "You know all of their names? All thirteen of them? Sora doesn't even know all of their names. If you know everyone in Organization XIII, how come you didn't know what the Heartless were?"

"I know who the Heartless are. At first, I just didn't think they were the same Heartless. Plus, I have a friend who's kind of obsessed with Organization XIII. She's dating Axel in her head." That didn't make the strange looks go away, so I defended, "Hey, he turns good at the end. Don't forget that."

None of them seemed to remember that, but I didn't get to pursue the issue further. Sora looked ahead with this horrible look of discontent mixed with a knowledge that he was about to lose. With a sigh, he made two more keys and handed one to me.

"You're gonna need this," he said blandly.

I accepted the key in shock, questioning, "You mean we're actually going to fight them?"

"We don't have much of a choice, now do we?"

"We could always surrender!" I suggested.

That brought a muffled laugh from Sora. "Surrender? They don't know what the word means. They'll still fight us. At least if we fight back, we're guaranteed a couple seconds to pray for a miracle."

I swallowed, thinking hard about what fighting to the end would be like, and Sora mumbled softly, "If I had known the whole organization would show up, I wouldn't have come."

Nori and I glared at him, appalled that he would say that, but Xemnas mentioned, "And you would have been better off for it. Our orders were only to kill the girl, but I have matters of my own to attend to with you Denizen of the Light. All of our hard work to create our Kingdom Hearts—all ruined by you and your accomplices. We have to begin anew with our gathering of hearts..."

"A lovely start with that first helping of Heartless just now," added Saïx.

Xemnas seemed to have noticed that he had been ranting before the interruption. "But first things first..." His red sabers came into view. All the other members followed, each one creating their own personal weapons.

Luxord added softly from behind us, "This way we can kill two birds with one die."

When Sora turned to look at Luxord, something seemed to dawn on him. "They're here for you," he muttered. Sora glanced around at all eleven people surrounding us to figure out where to start. Finally, he pointed to one of them. "See him, the blonde one with the guitar thing?"

"Demyx," I agreed.

"Yeah, when he plays music he makes these silver looking things that wave back and forth like this." Sora tried to demonstrate the waving, which looked kind of funny.

"Dusks," I wondered, vaguely remembering that everyone could make Dusks, but Sora didn't explain further. Apparently he didn't have enough time to tell me that he chose Demyx's Dusks in particular because Demyx didn't really enjoy fighting and tended to get distracted, which could make things more controllable for me.

"That's your job 'cuz they're the easiest to fight, just like the Heartless. Stay away from that one with the guns."

"Xigbar."

"Sure, 'cuz you can't just fight guns, so if you get a chance, take this rock and hit the guy with the shield. Then you'll have some protection from it for a second…and that's all the longer this'll last."

I didn't argue. Then, the fire ring next to us disappeared and Warren was thrown to the ground, unconscious. Axel joined the other eleven members of the Organization. He had hardly even broken a sweat. His return seemed to be a signal to start the battle because Marluxia and Saix were instantly upon Sora and Nori. Saix was vicious and fast, making him hard to fight. It seemed Nori didn't even get a chance to recover from one attack before the next one came. Sora wasn't having an easier time fighting Marluxia, who seemed a bit overconfident because his giant weapon was like ten times better than Sora's two keys.

Demyx too was about to attack. After all, I was supposed to fight him, so wasn't he supposed to fight me? However, he stopped when Zexion—who was more of a strategist than a fighter—grabbed his arm. Zexion whispered something to Demyx which caused him to just stand at a distance, watching the battle with his arms crossed. I knew they did that on purpose to foil Sora's plan. That meant trying to get the shield from Vexen probably wouldn't work either, but I knew I couldn't just stand there, or I would make a perfect target for Mister Sharpshooter. Of course, I didn't know that Xigbar didn't really fight that much. Even if I had known that, standing there was making me feel horribly uncomfortable, knowing my friends were trying so hard.

Sora had told me I could fight off Demyx's attack, the Dusks, so I figured I could fight Demyx himself since he apparently couldn't use his weapon. I charged towards him, and his eyes widened for a second. I don't think I scared him, though. He was probably just wondering what made me do that. Just before I reached Demyx, Nori jumped between the two of us. His keyblade hitting mine stopped me in mid-step.

"Stupid, don't do that!" He shouted. "You'll never defeat one of them."

I wanted to say something smart in reply, but before I had gotten any thoughts in order, we were surrounded by the suit of diamonds. Yes, thirteen giant playing cards were circling Nori and I at high speeds. From the things my friend had told me, I knew that was a bad sign. Then, we heard Demyx strike a chord on the guitar-like instrument called a sitar. Apparently, he was no longer banned from the fight. The created Dusks attacked Sora. Everything was attacking Sora, and it seemed like the Organization was gaining pleasure from prolonging things.

Nori got a look of realization on his face and whispered, "Turn around." I obeyed so that we faced the same direction with him standing behind me. I wasn't sure what his idea was, even after he quietly ordered, "When I say so, throw the rock as fast as you can." We just waited in silence for whatever Nori was listening to.

A moment later, he shouted, "Now," at what seemed a random time. I hadn't heard a thing, and nothing had changed in the spinning cards—which were starting to make me dizzy. Still, I threw the rock immediately, with no questions. As soon as the rock left my hand, Nori held his key in front of me.

I stared in shock as the moment before the rock would have hit the cards, the cards disappeared. The rock instead slammed right into the forehead of Luxord, knocking him out cold. I grinned gleefully as he fell to the ground. I was so excited that I hardly noticed some projectile fly toward us at the exact same moment, but that was what Nori had put the key in front of me for. It protected us and then dissolved from the strain of deflecting something like that.

Nori hugged me excitedly. "Oh my God Tiara, it really worked!" I just screamed back in momentary bliss. Our celebration was short lived, however, as Nori quickly grabbed my key from my hand. He used it to deflect one attack from Marluxia's colossal scythe, but that key dissolved too.

Confused, Nori looked at his once again empty hands and shouted over to Sora, "Sora, you're keys are disappearing!"

Sora didn't say anything in return, so Nori looked over to see what was going on. Surrounded on one side by Dusks and on the other by Saix, Sora rested weakly on his hands and knees. Both of his keys were gone too, and it was obvious that the job we left him had been too hard for him to handle. Having a flashback from the last battle that killed all his friends caused Nori to rush toward Sora's side.

He didn't make it there, though. Only a few feet away from me, he was knocked to the ground by the handle of Marluxia's scythe. Nori tried to crawl back to his feet. The blade of the scythe was instantly at his throat, so he just stayed on his knees, leaning back onto his heels.

Larxene, the only other girl there, commented rudely to me, "It seems, little Sora fan, that you've fallen down on your end."

I looked first to her and then back to Sora. Even though Nori had just tried it and failed, I would feel horrible if I didn't try to help him, so I too ran across the street to where Sora was. Surprisingly, I made it. For a second I looked around wondering why no one had tried to kill me. Like I said before, though, they were prolonging it for entertainment reasons. They didn't really think I would be of any help to Sora.

I knelt by his side for comfort, and he simply used all of his energy to make me one last key. Did he want me to protect him, or myself? Or did he just want me to prove to them that I could fight the Dusks? I didn't know, but I took the key and ran into the swarm of Dusks to kill as many as I could. While I was doing that, Saix grabbed Sora by the shirt and held him up in the air a bit. I didn't pay any attention to what they were saying—if they were saying anything at all. I had never held a sword in my life, so it took all of my concentration just to swing the giant key around.

I did notice when Demyx stopped playing to exclaim, "She's actually doing it! Yea Tiara!"

"You idiot," Axel insulted, slapping him upside the head, "she's beating you."

That made me laugh, and I felt flattered. Even though I had hardly accomplished anything, both Axel and Demyx took the time to complement me. I also noticed a moment later when the moon darkened without going behind a cloud.

It was apparently something important because Sora mentioned loud enough for me to hear, "Hey look Saix! The moon's gone."

I looked over to the two of them and saw fear flash across Saix's face. Sora wanted me to fight him, I realized. Instantly, I abandoned the Dusks and charged toward Saix. I slashed at him one time, which he wasn't expecting. It caused him to drop Sora to the ground. That probably hurt Sora, but he had enough hope now to keep the key in my hand.

Saix stumbled backwards, noting, "That actually hurt."

Feeling victorious—even if it was only in the slightest—I raised to strike again. He would have prepared to fight back, except for one little thing. Lionel appeared behind me and grabbed my wrist in his claw. I turned to face him in shock. That was why the moon had disappeared!

Lionel chuckled slightly at my expression—or maybe it was my make-over. "You've managed to survive my attacks for quite a while, Young Lady," he complimented spitefully. "Clearly, it's all chance that you're still alive, but your guardian angel Tia Dalma insists that I not kill you because you obviously don't understand the order of things around here. So I agreed…for today."

He paused for a second to make us get a false sense of freedom and then continued, "However…I couldn't possibly let all this hard work it took to catch you go unrewarded." He threw me to my hands and knees, forcing me to join my three friends on the ground. Turning to leave, he ordered either Xemnas or the Organization in general, "Round them up and send them to Writers' Block for a week…all of them."

None of us fought back this time, as none of my friends had the strength, and I just didn't have the ability. Xemnas took the command literally, so instead of bringing us to wherever this Writers' Block place was, he just opened a portal and shoved us all through it. On the other end of the portal was a large, dark, stone room, with one other homeless-looking man in it. I wanted to ask my friends where we were, but Warren was still unconscious. Sora too, knowing the fighting was over, passed out the moment he hit the floor. Nori didn't even show up in the room. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep that night from the happenings of the day and the questions flooding my head, so I just sat there with my head leaned against the wall.

Sora woke up before Warren did, but it was mid-morning when he first opened his eyes. Forgetting, for a moment, the fight the previous night, he tried to get up from lying face down on the floor. He couldn't even push himself a millimeter off the floor, and he certainly hadn't been expecting the excruciating pain to tear through his chest like it did. Letting out a loud moan, he was able to catch my attention.

I scooted over to him, happy to see someone awake, and ruffled his hair saying, "Yea, Sora's awake!"

He responded with a series of groans and mumbles, one of which sounded a little like, "Bleh." I wasn't sure whether he didn't want to talk or just didn't know what to say. Deciding he was like Becca or Dusty, I decided to give him a minute to realize he was awake before trying to talk to him.

I was right because several seconds later Sora muttered, "I told you if we fought back we'd get a chance at a miracle."

Looking around for a moment, I mentioned, "I don't know that I'd call this place a miracle. What is it anyways?"

"It's Writers' Block," he replied, pausing to painfully roll onto his back. "Don't you remember that?"

"Yeah."

"Then what's the question?" He suddenly realized he had a headache and reached a hand to his face. "Haven't you heard of Writers' Block?"

"Yeah, I've had it before. But what does this building have to do with those times that an author can't figure out what to write next?" I had been trying to figure that out all night.

Sora smiled a little as another voice asked, "Isn't it obvious?" Warren, the voice, wandered over to us and sat down with his legs spread, leaning his arms on his knees. Either he hadn't gotten beat as bad as Sora had, or he could recover much quicker because I was certain Sora couldn't walk yet.

Warren's question made me think, and then a solution crossed my mind. "No way," I stated, mostly to myself, in disbelief that my answer could possibly be it. "This place is why we can't figure out what to write next?"

"Precisely."

Sora continued to explain, "You see, the signals that go from the computers to us when a story is going on can't make it through the walls…and the signals that take us away to the story can't make it through the walls either. We're stuck here, so you literally can't write a thing about that character."

I had to think about that for a while. It made so much sense that it was almost too apparent. Suddenly, authoring a story seemed to have nothing to do with the actual author. If characters had personalities of their own, and it wasn't our own lack of creativity that prevented us from writing, what did we do?

Eventually, I asked, "So do you get taken here whenever an author has a mind block, or is it only when you get stuck here that we get blocked?"

"I'm sure you can have a complete loss of creativity that stops you from writing anything at all without us being in Writers' Block," Warren answered. "After all, everyone is stupid sometimes. But we're only sent here if we get caught making Lionel mad. It's kind of like Fiction-land's version of prison."

"Isn't this where you thought Tia Dalma was then?" I realized excitedly.

"I considered it," Warren replied.

Sora mentioned, "But you have to realize this is a thirteen story building…full of guards. We couldn't just randomly go searching for her."

"We can't even get out of our one little room," Warren added.

Thirteen stories, I thought to myself, I wonder if they did that on purpose to make people scared of the building, or maybe…that's why people back home think the thirteenth story is unlucky. I tossed that thought to the side. No real people had ever been to Fiction-land other than me. How would a building that no one had ever seen create a superstition?

"What's on each of the levels?" I wondered after a moment.

Sora and Warren looked at each other for a while before Warren answered, "Roxas used to know. He swears he can't remember, though. I know it has something to do with the length of the sentence. People can be sentenced for life. No one knows what's on level thirteen, though."

"Does that mean someone can be here for all eternity? 'Cuz if they stay here until they die, and their authors can't take them out to kill them, they never die do they?"

Sora mumbled tiredly, "We only live for seven years."

That surprised me very much, but Warren quickly corrected, "That's only half true. As long as you keep writing about us, we can live forever. But once we're no longer being edited, we are given seven years just to make sure no one wants to make a sequel. Then, we die."

"Oh," I stated, understanding now, "so since you can't be killed unless your author kills you or abandons you, CrawFish created a place where he could sentence people to death by forcing authors to get so frustrated with the story that they just stop trying to write it."

"Yeah, pretty much. And sometimes even if a person is only sentenced for two or three years, the author still ditches the story. Then, the character spends the rest of his life pointlessly waiting for his author to come back, and the author rarely does."

"Wow," I finished sadly.

We were silent for a while. Sora was asleep again, and I was thinking. I felt really corny for creating friendships with fictional characters, and for feeling sorry about them dying. The week before, I probably would have checked myself into a mad house for believing these things. Warren mindlessly started tossing fireballs into the air. It was pretty obvious that he was upset over losing the previous night.

Not too long after that, Nori was tossed roughly through the door. He rolled over once and quickly sat up. He looked a little shook up, but not too bad. In fact, he cheerfully waved and said, "Helloo."

By that time, I was lying on the floor, and I looked at him upside down. "Good day, Me Love," I replied, feeling a little silly and pulling out my half-way decent British accent, "Where've ye been Mate?"

Nori had noticed that Sora was still asleep by then, and he walked over to Sora's side. "Someone wanted to tell me something."

"And that took all night and all morning?"

"Okay, CrawFish wanted to make sure I didn't go looking for Tia anymore. No problem. Is Sora okay?"

"He was awake for a little while," I answered.

Warren added, "He's got a headache and prolly some broken ribs, but that's it for injuries. I think he's mostly just tired. He's not used to providing weapons for two other people at the same time as he fights those guys."

"I'm sure he'd get better faster if we had some water to give him," I stated, mostly complaining that I was thirsty.

"Or if we could somehow get him to Aerith," Nori added softly.

"Who?"

"Aerith…some magical girl who puts him back together when he's like this…but, we couldn't get outta here."

"Well, maybe we could. Roxas said some people have before," Warren countered.

I randomly broke out laughing and then had to explain, "No, it's not you…well, it is you, but it's not what you said. I just realized you look like you have the largest sunburn in the world. That's what you get for playing with fire…I'm sorry, I can't help it…You look funny." That whole thing took me almost fifteen seconds to say because I was laughing so hard. Then, to prove I could still concentrate, I sighed, "If only Wesley were here."

"Wesley?" All three boys asked. Yes, poor Sora had woken up from my outburst.

"Yeah, Wesley. He's a character from one of my other stories. He'd be able to get us out of here."

"How can you be so sure about that?" Warren asked skeptically.

"He's got the key."

"Until two days ago, you didn't even know Fiction-land existed, much less Writers' Block. How exactly did you give him the key to a place you didn't know about?" Nori asked, almost always confused by me.

"Well, not the key. He has a key to everything. Any door and any lock that has ever been invented could be unlocked by his key," I responded.

"That could definitely come in handy," Warren noted, "particularly right now."

Nori stood up for what seemed to be no reason. He began examining the back wall like he expected to find something. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. Squeezing his fingers into what appeared to be a normal crack in the wall, he ripped a section out, revealing a hole that led to outside.

"Dude, why didn't you tell us about that before we got all desperate and started contemplating impossibilities?" Warren demanded, seeming frustrated.

Nori looked at Warren with a very confused expression, and then out the hole in the wall, muttering to himself, "Yeah, I thought we were on level six." He turned back to Warren, "Don't stop contemplating yet. I think flying is an impossibility."

"How did you know that was there?" I wondered.

"I met this old man once who claimed to have been locked here for two years. Not knowing which level he was on, he spent the entire time carving a hole in the wall just to find out he was too high up to jump." He paused for a second, quickly adding, "But it'll serve our needs just fine." Leaning back through the hole, he made a very strange bird call ranging from, "Ca-CA!" to balking like a chicken, to sweetly whistling, and ending with something that sounded a little like a hawk.

Warren and I exchanged a weird look, which made Sora break out laughing because he knew what Nori was trying to accomplish with the noises. The laughing made Sora's ribs hurt, so he stopped short, moaning a little more. Nori rushed back to Sora's side.

"Are you okay Sora?" Nori questioned.

"I'm…fine," Sora replied unsurely.

"I'm sorry…that we ever put you in that situation to begin with."

Sora tried to brush that aside. "No Takeshi, what kind of friend would I be if I hadn't come to help you? That's what friends are for. If I didn't love you enough to die for you, I wouldn't let you sleep in my room."

That was funny because it sounded a little wrong, but nothing more was said. It seemed to happen a lot that our lives were interrupted by the next adventure. This one was Iago from the movie Aladdin flying noisily through the window.

With a squawk, the crazy bird greeted, "You called, Your Majesty, Nori the Grand?" He was obviously joking with that part. Iago wouldn't honestly call anyone that. "Iago here, at your service," he finished, taking a little bow.

"Iago, my feathered friend," Nori returned, happy to see the bizarre bird. "You ready to go fairy picking?"

It then dawned on Warren what Nori was trying to do, but I still didn't get it. "Fairy picking?" I whispered to Warren.

Nori turned to me and asked, "What's Wesley's last name?"

"Swann," I replied, still not understanding.

"I need a fairy," Nori told Iago, "a messenger fairy who knows of a certain Wesley Swann. Would you get one for me? And have them send a message with it, that we need him here pronto…Signed Sincerely, Nori Kyoko."

Iago left compliantly and Nori joined us back on the floor with a shrug. "It's as easy as that."