Across the city in a dampened alley way, lightening ran up the side of the buildings, and cracked loudly as a small figure appeared within. Young Omi stood up from the ground, staring down at the item that had been in his hand but only watched it as it crumbled and fell apart. Allowing its remains to fall to the ground, he clutched the small blue orb in the other hand and started out of the alley.

It hadn't been his first experience in a city, but somehow he knew that somewhere in this huge place, Raimundo was waiting. Without hesitation, he started down the sidewalk through the crowd of people, in search of his friend.

Raimundo stood within the arcade, playing hard on a game there, the crowd behind him seeming to grow at those that watched him play. His score had been rising at an alarming rate since he had begun to play the game, but he knew mostly it was because of the frustrations that were coming out. All night he had thought of nothing but what Angel had mentioned to him, and though he had tried to piece together the items of the situation, they somehow didn't fit.

"Jack Spicer," he grunted as he slammed his fingers into the buttons on the machine, "Wuya, what are they planning? Why can't you think Raimundo!" he screamed at himself in a rage. It seemed the angrier he got, the higher and faster the score rose, but suddenly it was like his mind withdrew and something cut into his thoughts. Slamming his fists on the game in front of him, he watched as the score suddenly stopped its incline until the machine let out a few bloops, then announcing the game was over. Raimundo allowed his hands to rest upon the control panel of the machine, feeling a pressing thought into his mind, thus causing him to close his eyes.

Within the blackness behind his eyelids, he could see a figure in the distance, but at the moment couldn't make it out. In his mind, he strained to look and upon doing so, the face of the monk boy now appeared within his visions. Raimundo's eyes popped open and he gasped out, "Omi!"

"Raimundo," exerted a very familiar voice from his backside. Raimundo turned now and looked behind him, his eyes lying upon his friend there, and without warning, a smile of unimaginable size crossed his face.

"OMI!" Raimundo exclaimed as he ran toward the little guy, "How in the world did you get here!? I thought I would never see any of you guys again!"

"Raimundo," Omi returned with same excitement, allowing himself to be squished up by his friend, "We too thought we would never see you again. You are such a vision for my hurting eyes."

Though normally Omi's lack of getting the play on words bothered him, this time Raimundo couldn't help but laugh out as he corrected, "I think you mean sight for sore eyes."

"Yes of course."

"Man," Raimundo was still coming to terms with the sight of his friend, "So where are the others?"

"I am sorry Raimundo," Omi frowned, "But they were not able to come. I alone came to help you get back to the temple. All we need now is the Golden Tiger Claws."

"Sorry dude," Rai only shook his head, "I don't have them… I mean I did, but Jack Spicer stole them from me the night we went dancing. Besides, there is bad news about that."

"No," Omi disagreed, "It is no problem at all. We shall just go and get them back from Jack Spicer. It will be like taking a little baby's candy."

"Well, we could, but aside from that Omi… the Golden Tiger Claws don't work here. I tried them after we first arrived, but none of the Shen Gong Wu I had would work, not even the Tangle Web Comb."

"None of it?"

"Nothing." Raimundo shook his head.

"Not even my Orb of Tornami?" Omi's expression went to that of sadness. Raimundo now wandered as he looked at the glowing orb within Omi's grasp if the thing would actually work. Taking a step back, he shoved his hand out in a welcoming gesture and nodded, "Maybe you should try it."

Omi took the round glass in his hand and raised it high above his head, as he shouted out, "Orb of Tornami!"

Everyone in the arcade turned and looked at the small boy, who now only held up what appeared to be a blue ball. When the normal flow of water from the orb, lacked, Omi brought his hands down and just stared at the object, "I just cannot… I cannot figure out why it will not work."

"Don't worry about it Omi," Raimundo patted his back, "I tried too, but it's just too hard on the brain." He pointed to his own head.

"But my brain is soft; perhaps it should be hardened up." He replied as Raimundo then took him by the shoulder and together the two of them walked out of the arcade and away from the tons of staring eyes.

As the two of them walked down the sidewalk now, Omi had put the orb away and now only followed Raimundo back towards Trent's house. His head was hung and he now understood fully why Raimundo had not been able to get back.

"But," he spoke aloud as they walked, "If the Shen Gong Wu does not work here… there has to be a reason behind it. Shen Gong Wu are mystical items that should only be hindered by that of magic, and" he looked around him, "There does not appear to be any magic in this place."

"Omi," Raimundo moaned loudly, "We're in a different dimension, maybe things are different here than in our world. I know the girls are sure different." He thought of Angel.

"Raimundo," Omi stopped in mid stride, "Do you not think…"

"Sometimes I don't." Raimundo grinned. Omi only gave him an unimpressed look and then continued with what he was saying, "Do you not think that it is strange we ended up in this world? A world where the Shen Gong Wu does not work, but yet it works to bring us here?"

For once now, Raimundo seemed to understand where Omi was going with this. Thinking back to what he and Angel had talked about the day before, he suddenly turned looking his friend right in the eyes, "Omi! Think back to when Jack Spicer and me were sucked into that hole!"

"Okay," Omi nodded and closed his eyes, "I am thinking, but," he peeked out with one eye, "What am I thinking about?"

"Was Wuya there during that incident?"

Omi thought back to that day and pondered on it a moment, and then merely shook his head, "No. Come to think of it… she was not there. Why do you ask this?"

"Because she's here," Raimundo informed him.

"What, there is no way! Wuya is here!?" the young boy exclaimed.

"She is," Raimundo nodded, "I didn't know it until yesterday, but…" he reached out and grabbed hold of Omi's hand, "Come on, I think there is someone you should meet."

"Wait," Omi called out, "Where are we going!?"

"Just follow me." Rai called out as he continued on down the sidewalk, veering off in a different direction of Trent's house.

Jack had walked quite a ways across town, and despite how he had argued with her about it, he had thought heavily on what Angel had said. Sure, he thought, she had a point but for the first time in his life, he felt overly positive about something and unlike so many other things, he did not want to loose it. Crossing his arms to guard against the slight chill in the air, he continued to walk as he shook his head but suddenly stopped, "No, I just have to go back and tell her I've made up my mind. For once, I have to get my point across."

Turning to go back, he started the long walk back across town, but stopped again as he suddenly felt the pressure of someone watching him. Glancing around, he hoped he hadn't strayed out far enough for Jeremiah to find him, but as his gaze fell to his left he finally saw the purple haze of the familiar ghost.

"Wuya," his nose crinkled, and he rolled his eyes, "How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone. I have too much going on right now to worry about you and your not working plans."

"On the contrary Jack," she floated over in front of him, "This time I am positive about my plan."

"Still," he shook his head at her, "I don't care. Go do it without me."

"I wish I could Jack, but it will never happen if I don't have you." She squeezed in next to him. Jack only got a grotesque look on his face as he took a step back, "Don't go getting fresh with me sister… I don't need it."

"No," she merely laughed, "I guess not. So how was your bondage with your girlfriend last night? Never in a million years did I think such a thing would happen to you this early in your life… if ever."

"What!?" his eyes glared to her, "How did you know…" he stuck his hand palm out in her face, "Never mind… I do not even want to know. I don't have your time Wuya, so get lost." He started down the sidewalk again, but came to a sudden halt when her voice screeched out in a horrible manner, "Jack, don't walk away from me!"

Standing in his spot, he didn't want to look back and also didn't get a chance as she came forward, and though him so she was now in his path. Her eyes showed anger as she continued, "You will be a part of this whether you like it or not!"

"Wuya," he looked at her unconvinced, "You've stated yourself how useless I am to you… so why all of a sudden do you need my help so bad?"

"Who said I needed your help? I simply stated I needed you, my plans do not involve allowing you to help." She hissed. One of Jack's eyebrows rose as he became confused. Again she continued, "You will come with me. My plans are in dire need of, even, your worthless self."

"And I would love to see you make me go." He tried her and then reached up slapping at her, watching his hands go through her, "You can't even touch me, how do expect to make me go."

"I have my ways foolish boy… I have my ways."

"Oh," he seemed shocked in sarcasm, "I see! You've been teaching yourself to move things! Move me Wuya, move me!" he held his arms out and waited for her to do something. She only looked at him in disbelief and stated calmly, "Who ever said I was going to move you?"

"Well unless you know someone else!" he exclaimed.

"Indeed," she kept her cool but when her eyes suddenly shifted upwards, Jack did a quick spin back, only to fall down as he stared up at the tall dark cat woman there. Letting out a shrill scream, he scooted back on his butt, but she just kept inching closer as she stared at him like a predator on its prey.

"Who are you?" he managed to squeak.

"It matters not who I am," she told him as she reached out and grabbed his face in her clawed fingers, "The thing is… you will return with me. I have a great desire for you."

"Heh," he laughed nervously, "Thanks, but I'm taken."

"Laugh all you want," her fingers slowly made their way around his neck as she then picked him up, "But you will see who wins in this deal."

"Wait," he suddenly put all joking aside as he pried at her fingers, "What about Angel?"

"The girl… yes." She allowed him to fall, "We don't need her meddling in our affairs, so here's what you will do. You will go back to her and give her any explanation as to why you can no longer return, and then after doing so, you will leave and join me."

After standing from the ground, he crossed his arms in front of him, "I don't want to do that, she'll think I hate her."

"Well," Wuya took the woman's side, "It's either that Jack, or she will be destroyed."

With her fanged grin, she looked toward Wuya, "I love the way you think. So be it! Go tell your girlfriend, or I will destroy her, and worse… I will make you watch."

"No," Jack cried out lowly, "Angel."

"Just as I thought," she nodded, "Now go. I expect you to meet me back in this spot when you are done. I give you one hour, if you are back by then, your girl lives… if not… her life will become much shorter."

"Why?" he growled at her now, growing angry by her ultimatum, "Why are you doing this to me!?" Running to her, he tried to hit her but she grabbed his wrists and shoved him back on the ground. An evil glare in her eyes from his stubbornness she raged at him, "One hour, starting now! Get yourself on the move boy!"

With that, both she and Wuya disappeared from sight leaving him there on the street alone again. In that instant, Jack's stomach started to feel sick and he got a sudden case of the shutters as he thought of what he was going to have to do. Shakily, he stood from the ground as tears ran down his cheeks, and step by step he now dreaded every inch that led him closer to Angel's house.