The next day Seri decides that I'm ok, and that I can go. I'm so happy about the decision that I almost forget that I have no where to go back to. Almost.

When I mention it to Seri she suddenly slaps her forehead and tells me to go to her office. "I almost forgot! Sorry, but I don't have time to go with you." And then she hurries away.

I shrug and take the elevator down to the main floor. My muscles still feel a little sore, but otherwise I'm feeling much better now. When I reach Seri's office I open the door cautiously, just in case. Who knows what or who could be waiting for me on the other side.

Temari swivels in her chair and looks up at me, looking slightly annoyed. "There you are," she says, "I was wondering when Seri was going to decide to send you to see me. No doubt it slipped her mind."

I shut the door behind me and walk over to her. "Yes. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Temari waves my apology away. "That's fine. It's kind of nice these days to get the chance to relax for a couple minutes." She stands and asks me how I'm feeling.

"Fine. This little visit to the hospital wasn't really necessary."

Temari raises her eyebrows at me. "You think so? I'm pretty sure you almost killed yourself that night. I've never seen anyone so…" She looks away for a moment, and then shrugs. "Well anyway, if you hadn't come to the hospital, you would never have gotten that ride in Gaara's arms." She grins wickedly at me, and walks out of the office. I follow closely behind.

"What? Are you telling me that he carried me here?"

Temari shrugs. "I guess you don't remember it then. That's too bad; it was very romantic."

I can't help but laugh at that. "Have you recently been hit in the head? Or are you just crazy? Somehow I doubt it was romantic in the least."

She turns to look at me and smiles. "You're right. He just slung you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and dropped you in the emergency room. It was very practical and efficient really. What any leader would be expected to do with an esteemed guest. Definitely not romantic."

For some reason hearing her say that makes me feel disappointed. Now why the hell should that be? I hide my disappointment, and follow her to the elevator. "Where are we going?" I ask.

Temari pushes the down button. "We're getting out of here. I'll take you back to the embassy; we've moved you into a different room, since the last one we gave you was destroyed." She looks at me and smiles crookedly as we get into the elevator. "Did you have to be so destructive with it? Do you know what insurance costs on a building like that?"

I just shrug. In truth, I don't really want to think of that room anymore. I think Temari realizes this, because she changes the subject.

"Classes have been cancelled for a while, probably just until this storm passes. This is the longest we've had a storm in Suna, you know."

"So how are we getting to the embassy then?"

Temari waits for the door to open, and walks out. "This way of course."

I look around, not really getting this 'explanation' of hers. We're in a long corridor, lit at regular intervals with soft lights. I follow her as she walks down the hall. We soon reach a crossroads, and I see that there is a signpost up at the intersection. Temari keeps walking past it.

As we get further away from the hospital we start to meet people, going their own way through the tunnels. So this is how they deal with sandstorms. Neat.

"It is neat, isn't it?" Temari asks, and I realize that I've spoken aloud. "But no one from outside of the city is really supposed about know about it."

"Are you kidding me?"

She leans her head to the side, looking pained. "No not really. It's not actually a rule or anything, but we just don't make it widely known that we have an underground system like this. I'm sure you can understand why."

I nod gravely. I can see how important these tunnels are, and how important they would be in a war situation, or something of the like.

"But I think we can trust you," Temari continues, "considering all that you've done for our country."

"And I'm not even a real ambassador." I mutter to myself.

Temari laughs. "You're so much better than that."

We've reached our destination, and we take another elevator up. When the doors open we step out into the lobby of the embassy. Temari walks me to my room, in a different wing. I feel like they've put me as far away from the last room as possible, and that's probably just what they did.

"So please, don't spread our secret around. If you do, we'll know it's you, and we will come for you." she says smilingly, but I get the feeling that it just might be true.

"Ok. Thank you Temari."

"No problem. While this sandstorm is going there's not much you can do, so you might as well relax. Also, we're going to need you to stay in the embassy, along with all the other ambassadors until the storm is over now. Just to be fair."

I nod and we say goodbye. I may not have much to do during this storm, but Temari is as busy as ever.

My new room is bigger than the last one, not much, but still bigger. I don't like it nearly as much as the last one. I guess that it was probably designed by someone else, because there are no flowers anywhere. There is a little cactus on the windowsill though, looking so out of place that I wonder if it's really supposed to be there at all.

I look through the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen to find all the food that I had in the old place, and more. Someone has stocked my cupboards for me. I guess that was nice of Temari, to think of that.

When I look through the bedroom I find all the things I brought with me from Konoha, and all the other clothing I was given earlier, to make my appearances in society.

Everything I had before is now here. I stand in the bedroom and shrug. I guess there's nothing to be done about it. If I was really going to be sentimental about it, maybe I shouldn't have ripped up the last room I was given.

I leave the bedroom and go back into the living room to take the cactus off the window ledge, and take it back into my room. I put it on the table beside the bed, where it will get as much sun as possible, but still be close to me. I pull the table around a bit to find the best spot for sun, but it's hard to tell where the sun will be, since the curtains are drawn against the storm.

Once I'm satisfied with the cactus arrangement I plop down on the bed. It, at least, is just as comfortable as the last one. They sure know how to make mattress' here. I don't know how I'll go back to my crappy mattress back in Konoha.

I feel a strange pang of regret at the thought of going back to Konoha. I miss it, true, but now that I've gotten used to life here, and made friends, I think I'll miss it here too. Well, who knows how long this situation will last? It could be months or it could even be years more. I should just enjoy it while I'm here.