It was like waking up from a dream. Literally, we just got up and brushed ourselves off. But something was different, and it really bothered me. In front of us was the crashed windmill, dust was swirling around from the impact, but none of it irritated my eyes. Although, I was a special case. But Noodle didn't seem to notice it either. Their was a faint ringing in our ears, which I expected was from the bomb they dropped on us.

I turned around and all my questions were answered. "Uh, Noodle? C-come look..." I said. She walked up beside me and gasped, we were face to face with our own bodies. We were dead.

I'm not going into all the graphic details of how our bodies looked, because I'm nice. But basically, I looked like I went through a lawn mower, or got blown up by a bomb. Which I had.

Noodle hung her head, and I heard her silent sobs. I reached my hand up, trying to comfort her, but she ran. She kept running through the canyon and I had no choice but to follow, I wasn't going to suffer death alone, and I wasn't going to let her either.

I chased her, thinking she would tire out, but she didn't. And neither did I. In fact, I didn't feel the need to breath anymore, but I just felt right. I noticed a couple other things about being dead. One, you couldn't really feel. By feel, I mean like the sun and stuff. But I guess that was also good, because I couldn't feel cold either. The sun was just a faint memory, and I never thought that I would get to squint up at the sun, and not feel its warmth.

I started to notice the area was changing. Changing a lot. The landscape was still very baron, but it just felt different. Plus, it was dark, and there was no moon. I also noticed Noodle stopped running, when I ran into her. "W-where are we?" she chocked through sobs. We look out into the sky, but something was wrong. Weren't we in a canyon? So how come the sky stretched from horizon to horizon? I looked to my left and saw a huge amp system. It was so familiar, how could I have missed it? "Noodle? Where have I seen that before?" I pointed out in the distance. She sniffed and looked my way, then gasped. "2D, don't you remember? That's in the picture for the Every Planet We Reach Is Dead song...but it wasn't real..." she explained.

"So how did we get here then, if it wasn't real?" I asked.

Noodle wiped her eyes, "I-I don't know, I was just thinking about how I wished that I on my island, but then I thought it would be too horrible to see again, then I wished I was here, so I wouldn't have to look at the island, or my body anymore. And then, it all just changed."

We didn't know what to do, there was nothing to do. You know, after all this, I haven't gotten on migraine yet. I started thinking about everything we left behind, and I smiled. No more Murdoc, or late night gigs with all that screaming which made my headaches worse, and no more press or interviews and no more exhausting tours. But then I thought, no more horror movies or Russel or playing tag with the zombies at Kong or those rare occasions where we all hang out together, and had fun. Not as a band, but as a family. But I had Noodle, and I could go anywhere in the world I wanted to, without having to sing for anybody. Even though I think I'm just content right here.

Noodle was sitting at the top of that huge amp, though I'm not sure how she got up there. She held her guitar in her hand and she was looking into the distance. She looked down and smiled at me, and reached her hand out. Like magic, I was taking hold of her hand, almost 50 feet into the air. Amazing, we hadn't been here for maybe 15 minutes and she's already figured it all out.

Noodle and I swung our legs off the edge of the amp, just like we did with the island. Soon more amps appeared, and we played music. And we didn't stop.

Hours and hours of music, bass, violin, drums, whatever we didn't have we imagined. We didn't write any more songs, just played ones we knew. Because the songs just wouldn't be right if Murdoc wasn't there to tell us it was crap or Russel and Del help us create better lyrics and raps.

Noodle and I were on different amps now, and I don't know why. But I would squint my eyes over to Noodle, and I swear I would see tears. I kept playing, to keep her happy. After the hours, maybe days of playing, I thought that maybe she was playing to try to get somebody to hear us. To know we still existed. Or at least sort of existed. Maybe that was why she wanted so many amps.

No, Noodle has never cared about Gorillaz being big or anybody hearing Gorillaz before, and I don't think she cares now. Noodle had a deeper view on life, even for a 15 year old. So I had to really think about why she wanted to play so much.

While I played, images ran through the air. More like flashes or pictures. And if you blinked, you missed them. Some I recognized as Gorillaz or Kong or even screaming fans, that's when I recognized the reason she was playing. She wasn't trying to get somebody to hear us. She was making sure we didn't forget who we were.

As soon as I thought this, everything became clear. And I sang louder, and when we finished a song, I would start a song where Noodle sang. I didn't want her to forget herself, and I didn't want her to forget her own voice.

We played Every Planet We Reach Is Dead, probably for the 4th time. After my part to sing was over, and it went to the orchestra, I jumped down from my amp and silently crept up to Noodle's. She didn't notice me until the part with the piano solo. She turned around, in confusion. The whole song stopped and everything became dead silent. For a moment we just stared at each other. Then I asked, "Do you remember before we started any of the Feel Good Inc stuff? Before you got on your island? Remember what we planned?"

Noodle bit her bottom lip in thought, "...No." she mumbled. "You said we were going to the Maldives together, remember? You said, 'Don't worry, after this is all over, we'll go to the Maldives, just you and me.' Remember?" I said.

"Yes. I remember." she said finally. "So, lets go then." I said. She smiled, and I smiled back while taking her hand. We jumped off the amp and began walking. A slow walk, we had all the time in the world, and then some.