Billy had slept well through the night, but his dreams had been as strange as the previous day. In the dream images of the beautiful Naomi flashed through his head. She held in her hand the note that had come and disappeared in front of him. Dark shadows surrened her and pulled her into the dark void that encircled him.

He then suddenly woke up as he flet something wet on his face. It was Riku licking his face.

"Riku, you have to stop doing that. For all I know you're the one that is causing me to have these weird dreams," he smiled half heartedly. He knew that his faithful pet had nothing to do with this, but that didn't clear his mind.

"If something is bothering you that much, you should go see Carver. He could tell you what you could do or at least ask the goddess for guidence," the wood cutter said.

BIlly pulled the sheets up around his tired form. He hadn't seen Gotz when he had opened his eyes.

Gotz laughed fully. "Don't worry, boy. You have everything that I've seen before. Besides you sleeping in your underwear doesn't interest me that much."

"Maybe I will go see Carver," he said more to himself then Gotz as he pulled on his pants.

"It sounds like a reasonable thing to me. He knows the answer to people's questions. Maybe if you were lucky, he could help you out with your quest that has to do with Miss Naomi. Did you ever learn anything about the lass?"

"Not really. Popuri seemed to know somethings about her, but she wouldn't tell me. It sounds like she didn't something that the people don't find so pleasing. You wouldn't happen to know, would you?" He looked at him pleadingly.

"She was around only when I was in other towns working on houses. I only met her a few times, but I never learned much about her past. She isn't easy to get close to if you know what I mean."

"Thanks for the help anyway. I'd better get going. I have to water the crops before Carver gets to the church." He waved as he walked out of the almost finished house. In only another days time the house would be finished and he would have room for the new fireplace, among other things as the women of the town had told him.

In almost a flash the farm was watered. It looked like it had flooded when he was finished, but Billy wasn't worried about that right now. He wanted to get to the church to see Carver.

"And my parents had said that I had no focus," he smiled to himself. It had been a while since he had thought about his parents. Since they had died, he had tried not to think about it. It now felt like it had been a million years ago. He even felt like he didn't have a sister because she had been too busy to talk to him since he had arrived.

Billy finally arrived at the church after what felt like a lifetime. The doors were still locked so Carver wasn't here yet. That was a bonus. He now had time to think out what he was going to say to Carver.

"I had a dream, a mysterious note about this girl!" sounded like the ranting of a crazy man. There had to be some way to explain the strange behavior of the towns folk around the sad woman.

Billy walked around to the side of the church in the direction of the cemetary. Mist rolled across the ground creating a serene, but still creepy, atmosphere. The graves seemed to groan as a slightbreeze blew Billy's hair into his face.

Suddenly Billy heard the sound of someone weeping close by. Near a tree was a dark figure, kneeling next to a grave. The only thing that Billy recognized was the flaming hair that he had come to know as Naomi. What was she doing in the cemetary crying when the world was bright and there were things to do.

Billy silently stepped closer, trying to be quiet so that she would not leave as she had at the store when he had seen her before. This didn't end as he had hoped, for she turned to him and her icy blue eyes burned right into him.

This time she wasn't wearing the clothes that he had seen her in only the day or so before. Naomi looked like a goth angel that had come to collect his soul in this holy place. She wore a black dress and the eyeliner that she had been wearing was now running down her angled face. Yet in his eyes there was still something about her.

"Naomi, are you alright?" he finally said, plucking up the courage in the depths of his soul.

She glared at him for a moment before she spoke, "I'm fine. It's none of your business what's wrong with me if I wasn't. This is a grave site you know. People are allowed to cry," she sighed before getting up.

"I know that. You just seemed so upset. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He blushed slightly when he realized how sappy he sounded.

"Well, I'm fine and I don't need to prove it to you, do I?" she was now standing on her feet. Billy noticed how short she seemed compared to him.

"No-" he tried to say before leaning down to pick up something that Naomi had dropped. He looked up and her back was retreating from the grave and she didn't look like she could be stopped.

Puzzled, Billy looked at what she had dropped. It was a small bloom that seemed to have come off of a wisteria tree. It's purple blooms flet soft in his hands. He then looked down at the grave Naomi had been kneeling in front of.

It was a tiny gravestone that looked like it was old enough to have been put down when his parents had died. Around it grew a small vine of wisteria. There was no date just a small name.

As he leaned down to look at the name, Billy heard someone say something behind him. As a shadow fell over his back, Billy read the name, Adrienne.

Billy: Why are you doing this to me? I want to see Naomi!

Amy: I'm sorry Billy, but we have to build up. Don't you ever read romance novels?

Billy: If I did, I wouldn't be in this mess. I wouldn't be talking to you and me and Naomi would be-

Amy: Quiet you. Keep on reading and Billy. I promise that you won't have to whine soon.

Billy: How can I trust you?

Amy:Silence!