"What?" Florence couldn't think of anything else to say, "How could you have remembered any of that?! Better yet, why are you just remembering all of that now?!"

A soft knock was heard on the door, "Is everything alright girls?" Their father asked, "You two are getting a bit loud."

"Everything's fine!" April replied quickly, throwing Florence a pleading look.

"Yeah," Florence was looking at her sister pensively, "Everything's fine."

"Alright, then." Adam walked back to join his wife in the living room.

Florence glared back at her sister; something wasn't right. "Since when do you lie to mum and dad?"

She lowered her voice, "Florence, please listen me!" April covered her face with her hands, "These dreams; I can't take it anymore…I need to know. Florence, I really need to know."

"I'm sorry April," Florence sighed; her glare towards her sister died down, "We've tried to find information on your biological parent; you know that." Florence soothed.

April removed her hands from her face; her eyes were red now but no tears were coming down, "I know…But the dreams keep becoming clearer." April lifted her head to met Florence's eyes once again, "I can see their faces very clearly." A weary smile came to April's face, "I look a lot like my mother; did you know that? Well, except for my eyes-hers were greyish blue-I mostly have my dad's eyes."

Florence smiled slightly, "I didn't know that…" her smile faded and her voice lowered to one of gentle concern. "April, there're just dreams. You can't let them affect you, okay?"

Silence hung almost visibly in the air between the two sisters.

"You're right." April got off Florence's bed and headed towards the door, "They're just…dreams."

Florence stayed quiet at the soft click of the door. I think I've upset her, Florence turned her gaze to the family picture that sat undisturbed on her desk. It was a picture of their smiling parents standing protectively over their two daughters who sat in front of them. A younger, less sombre Florence was scowling at the camera, as was her habit – she had always hated having her photo taken, whereas carefree April had a large grin splitting her tan face, laughing at Florence's dry sarcastic attitude and sullen expression as the camera snapped, capturing the moment forever. They had always been so close… I need to make it up to her somehow.

Florence shook her head, still attempting to come to terms with what her sister had told her. It seemed impossible. April was her sister; she always had been her sister. The thought that she could actually be someone else's sister was somewhat disturbing and somehow seemed to drive a wedge between them.

She knew that it shouldn't. She knew it shouldn't affect their close relationship. But she couldn't help it, because however much she wished to deny it, it did. Perhaps if April found her real parents Florence would be forgotten… perhaps if she had a real sister...

The thought was too much to bear. Florence buried her face in her pillow a moment before curling into a tight ball. Hopefully she would wake tomorrow to find this all a dream. Just a dream.

Muffling a few muted sounds of despair into her pillow, Florence slowly drifted into the hazy realms of sleep, dreaming of dark figures who wrapped shadowy arms around her sister's receding form. She was loosing her.

Florence awoke with a loud yawn to find her bedside alarm clock read only five am. It was early. Shoving the covers off her bed with a quiet moan, the teenager reluctantly pulled herself to a sitting position and rubbed her stinging eyes. She felt terrible.

There was no point in trying to sleep though, once she woke, she was awake for good. She'd hardly slept at all last night. The avid nightmares had seen to that.

Carefully switching off her alarm, Florence inelegantly landed on the floor with two feet and padded across to her wardrobe, uttering another short moan as she realised most of her clothes were in the wash. Reluctantly dragging a pair of old black jeans and a dark skinny t-shirt from a hanger and smoothing out the creases in the crumpled clothing, Florence slowly made her way to the bathroom to get changed.

A few minutes later she emerged, refreshed. Thankfully it was Sunday, so she had an entire day ahead of her to process her thoughts, starting with a nice bit of early-morning exploration. Stretching her aching muscles, Florence proceeded to pull on a pair of shoes and quickly dragged a brush through her waist-length gold locks. Slipping a couple of hair ties around her wrist before leaving her room, Florence briefly checked her reflection then slipped out of the door.

She sent a quick glance at her sister's room. Noticing the door was ajar, she peered in briefly to see her sister sleeping with a worried frown crinkling her forehead, her small hand clasping the pillow's soft down for comfort. Torn between two decisions, after a moment's hesitation, Florence crept to April's side and gently held her tensed hand until she released her grip on the pillow, the frown fading to be replaced with a smile. Satisfied her work was done, Florence turned back to the door only to spin around as April muttered a name in her sleep.

"Joey…"

Smirking and resisting the temptation to laugh, her earlier troubles forgotten, Florence carefully closed her sister's door behind her and crept down the stairs without a sound. At least, Florence thought, on the upside I've got a way to get April back for teasing me about Yugi… not to mention that complete douche Kaiba! She's so in for it later.

Before leaving the house, Florence quickly searched the numerous drawers in the kitchen in attempt to find a pen. After a few minute, paper and pen in hand, the teenager hastily scribbled a note to her parents to tell them of her whereabouts lest they become concerned.

Hey Mum,

Just to say that I've gone out for a while, be back soon.

Florence xxx

After singing the 'x's with a flourish, Florence carelessly dropped the pen on the table, grabbed her keys and headed out the door.

Florence loved the outdoors. It was more natural, more familiar to her than staying inside. She hated feeling trapped.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air, Florence appreciated the morning's beauty. A glowing, golden orb hung low over the horizon, illuminating every surface with a glittering sheen. The sun's all-seeing glare brushed the dew covered trees, bathing them in a magnificent film of shining splendour.

Beautiful. She thought appreciatively, allowing a small smile to cross her lips. It was a shame that so few people saw this spectacular scene. But, she realised, perhaps it wouldn't be as special if everyone saw it.

Tossing her long hair in the light breeze, Florence strode over to her bike. It couldn't hurt to explore and perhaps she could maybe even get a gift for her parents… or April. That's if she still wanted a sister.

Brushing the unwanted thought from her mind, the teenager pulled on her helmet, mounted the bike then kicked off. She would usually rev the engine, but it seemed inappropriate at such an early time in the morning.

Florence's hair whipped her back as she sped along the narrow streets of Domino town. It was somehow refreshing to feel the wind tearing savagely at her clothing. She loved her freedom.

After a few minutes, Florence pulled onto a kerb. Recognising the small green and the large building towering above, she quickly identified her location to be near the Domino museum. Roughly pulling her helmet from her head, Florence briefly ran a hand through her tangled, disarrayed blond hair then jumped off the bike, taking care to remove the key from the ignition. If she remembered correctly, she was somewhere near Yugi's house.

Brushing her messy locks from her face, Florence ambled absently across the green, appreciating its lush vegetation and vivid flowers. As she aimlessly strolled around the abandoned square, the teenager soon found her feet leading her towards the museum.

Surprisingly, it appeared open, the door was left ajar. Perhaps they're cleaning it out in preparation for the new day… Florence thought. Curious, she peered into the gloomy building. Hmm. No lights.

Florence jumped several meters as a gentle touch on her arm made her spin around abruptly. She met a pair of deep, curious purple eyes and a tanned face which was framed by a crazy mane of sandy blonde hair which looked almost white in the sunlight glaring behind him. The young man wore a long dark coat which flapped enigmatically around his ankles as he looked down at Florence, withdrawing his hand to fold his arms and lean casually against the doorframe.

"Can I help you?" He asked. His voice was soft and gentle and his eyes glittered with thousands of hidden secrets, but it was not his face that attracted Florence's eyes, but the strange golden stick that was tucked into his belt. Tearing her eyes away from the strange object, Florence forced her gaze back up to the blond Egyptian-looking man.

"Er… I was just wondering when you opened." Florence eventually managed to spurt. There was definitely something odd about that golden rod. Suddenly, she realised. Upon the curved golden surface of the stick was a large, Egyptian eye. Just like the one on Yugi's Puzzle, she thought.

Noticing the teenager's gaze fixed upon his rod, the young man smiled. "You're wondering what this is?" He asked. Florence nodded uncertainly, eyeing the young man before her. Something just wasn't quite right about him… "It's an ancient Egyptian artefact; I'm looking after it for the museum." An amused smirk crossed his face as if he was laughing at some private joke.

Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Florence let it pass. This guy creeped her out. She momentarily thought to mention that a friend of hers had such an item, but feeling uncomfortable beneath the young man's piercing purple gaze she decided she wanted to get away as soon as possible.

"Hmm. Well thank you…er…"

"Namu." He finished, although Florence had only been thinking of what to say next as opposed to asking for his name. Oh well…

"Thanks Namu. But I'd better be off now." Florence turned to the door, fixing her usual pensive frown on her face. Her heart skipped a beat as the young man made an impulsive movement with his hand to reach for the rod at his belt. Florence flinched instinctively at his sudden action but the moment of tension was broken as Namu laughed easily and waved a carefree hand at Florence. She turned unsurely back towards the entrance. Something definitely wasn't right. What had he been about to do?

The young man watched as the teenager moved uneasily out of the door. He hadn't meant to scare her, but she was pretty wary in comparison to some of the kids her age. Not that it mattered, after all, she wasn't significant in his scheme. He chuckled quietly. No, he could afford to let her go. For the moment.

Florence trembled slightly as she walked down the rough concrete steps from the museum, a cold chill which had previously not existed brushed icy fingers over her skin. She wanted to get away from the museum as fast as possible. Away from that boy… Namu.

Rubbing her arms to get her blood circulating, Florence mounted her motorbike, and seeing that it was still early, decided to take a detour on her way back home.

After driving a few miles, exploring the various nooks and crannies of the vast complex streets of which Domino consisted, Florence eventually decided to return. Using her in-built ergo, slightly unreliable, sense or direction, she turned into a small side street which had a remote possibility of being a shortcut. Revving her motorbike slightly as she put a foot to the ground in order to execute the sharp turn, Florence carefully drove the bike down the dark alleyway.

Her heart skipped a beat, breath catching in her throat as a line of dark figures suddenly stepped out in front of her vehicle, forming a solid line across the street. Instinctively, Florence slowed down, her brakes screeching as she desperately tried to avoid hitting the pedestrians. Not that they were your average pedestrian. She noted. Far from it. The figures formed an intimidating posse dressed in long dark cloaks. Chains hung to act as clasps beneath the necks and beneath the chains, ominous white eyes were emblazoned, as if staring at her sightlessly. That eye again! Why do I keep seeing it? What does it mean?

Florence put her foot down to steady the bike as it slowed to a halt, threatening to misbalance. Biting her lip and furrowing her brow in concern, the teenager's eyes darted between the motionless figures presenting a human barrier across the alley.

Hearing a slight, almost undetectable sound scutter behind her, Florence's head snapped around to face her pursuer. The figure was dressed like the 'human barrier', except it stood alone as it slowly drew closer to the girl.

Revving her engine, Florence wheeled the bike around with a loud screech to face the newcomer. Whoever he was should know better than to stand in her way.

"I don't think you want to do that." The hooded figure's calm, commanding voice called. Florence's frown deepened. She watched, transfixed as the cloaked stranger slowly reached up to lift his hood.

"Namu." Florence recognised with an involuntary shiver. "What the hell do you think you're playing at?"

"Oh, nothing much…" Namu said casually, smirking as he observed the girl in front of him. "Just… this!" Before Florence could react, the young man reached inside his cloak to produce the rod she had noticed earlier. The golden object gleamed mysteriously in the faint sunlight trickling into the alley.

Florence let out a short bark of forced laughter. "What do you think you can do with that? Use it like a magic wand?"

Namu's smirk remained fixed to his face. "Maybe I could, but first…" He inclined his head slightly, his voice lowering to a whisper. "My Rare Hunters…"

The hooded figures suddenly moved forwards forming an unbreakable circle around Florence and her motorbike. Now she was in a predicament, if she tried to escape, she could risk hurting someone – badly, but she hardly wanted to stay around this creep Namu…

"Call them off, now Namu!" Florence shouted angrily at the young man.

Namu shook his head, enjoying the feeling of power he held over the girl. "No." Seeing Florence's infuriated expression, he laughed. It wasn't a normal laugh, full of amusement and light heartedness. No, it was twisted and echoing. The hairs on the back of the teenager's neck stood up until Namu ceased.

Unable to stand the feeling of being trapped any longer, Florence revved her engine threateningly. She wasn't standing for this. If she had to, she would employ dangerous driving tactics, but one thing was for sure, she was going to escape.

Namu's eyes narrowed as he realised Florence's plan. Casting his dark purple eyes to his followers, he issued a command, holding the golden rod high above his head. "Now my Rare Hunters!"

Florence only just kept a grip on the handlebars of her bike as abruptly, all seven of the hooded figures surrounding her produced an arm device and a card deck, before drawing a card and summoning a collection of powerful Duel Monsters.

The teenager's eyes widened, these monsters didn't seem just like the simple holograms used by duel arenas. No, these looked like real monsters… but that was impossible… wasn't it?

One of the monsters, a Winged Dragon Guardian of the Fortress suddenly dived through the air towards her, its mouth glowing a dangerous yellow in preparation for attack. This was ridiculous! How was she supposed to defend herself against that without any cards?

Lifting her arm to shield herself, Florence braced herself for the impact of the monster's attack. Just a hologram… She tried to convince herself.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the scene and all but Namu looked to the skies as they heard a magnificent roar break the eerie silence. Bright blue light lit the alleyway, and the last thing Florence saw was an almighty, brilliant white dragon before she fell from her bike and slipped into unconsciousness.