Somewhere in Time

04

Tomoyo found herself in her old room. Not much had changed since she moved out. Her mother had prepared a fresh set of pajamas laid out and her sheets of her bed turned down. A warm bath awaited her in the adjoining bathroom if she had wanted it. She set her backpack at the door and thought that may be a good idea right now. Her face was red and bloated, her head hurt, and her mind was racing. What was she to do? If only she could smack him, punch him, yell at him and tell him what was really on her mind. Syaoran did not shove those pills down Sakura's throat but he indeed was the reason she did this to herself.

And then there was this part of her heart that swelled with the need to reach out to Syaoran and tell him, not for making him guilty but for the simple fact that he must care about her well-being. They had been engaged! Certainly that had meant something to him. But even with this desire there was no way to get hold of him. In the days following the incident, Tomoyo had done all she could for Sakura. She prowled her address book and telephoned for everyone that could help, anyone that may be able to get in contact with him for her. Nothing. Meiling had even failed to respond.

Now about that bath... Tomoyo frowned and decided it was the best way to clear her thoughts. She undressed and slipped into the warm water that smelled of lavender hoping it could bring some sort of clarity to the situation at hand. The water crept up her body until it engulfed her entire body, including her hair and face. Breath held, eyes closed she searched her soul for a solution. None of this brought her any comfort, everything was everywhere, feelings and emotions a tangled mess with no way to find herself out of this maze-

Wait.

Tomoyo pushed herself up abruptly, splashing water onto the floor due to her quick movements. "Maze... Dream... Time..." Tomoyo's eyes went large. Conventional medicine may not be of any help, but certainly a bit of magic could help? It certainly couldn't hurt. On the vanity next to the tub her cell phone sat. She knew quite a few people that could use magic, or at least knew a bit that may be able to help.

Eriol had not heard from Syaoran either and had expressed his extreme distraught over the situation, but he certainly would be able to offer some help and had expressed his desire to be of service in any was possible to his contingency of Japanese friends. Yue and Kero were within distance though and would be the logical first choice in discussing a plan of action. This would not wait, this was to be now now.

Tomoyo dried herself off in a rush and put her long black hair in a towel before grabbing her phone and dialing Yukito's phone number. Their relationship was awkward at best, never really having much to do with one another unless Sakura was involved. Feelings of awkwardness though were dashed away as Tomoyo's heart raced.

"Hello?" Yukito's voice was soft over the line.

"Yu-Yukito, I need to talk to the other you, it's urgent," Tomoyo managed to blurt out.

"Tomoyo, right now?" Yukito had been indeed caught off guard, and his startled nature was quite palpable over the telephone line.

"Yes, please, can you bring Kero too? I'm staying with my mother right now," Tomoyo bit her lip. Everyone involved had quite a long ordeal today and she knew that it was pushing it but as far as she knew, Yue had not yet been able to reveal himself and discuss the situation with anyone.

A pause, then his response followed, "I'll be there in a few minutes, I have to talk to Touya first," A sigh of relief escaped Tomoyo's lips. This way now she had time to change again and collect more of her thoughts and perhaps manage to get Eriol on the phone, or at the very least on the internet.

A dozen or so minutes passed and Tomoyo was knee-deep into her large walk in closet. Although she lived in a nice sized apartment on her own, it was still not quite big enough to fit everything. Instead she kept a fair amount of her belongings in storage at her mother's for easy access. One box in particular was filled with old VHS tapes and notebooks from her adolescence with Sakura running around Tomoeda capturing Clow Cards and converting them to Sakura Cards. Within each notebook were sketches of battle costumes, which were entirely irrelevant at this time. No, what she was most after were the notes she made following the battles and what had happened. The memories were clear when she was younger, but she knew one day they would fade as more and more cards were added into the mix.

She grabbed a leather notebook with blue stars etched in and flipped through it. This was her very first notebook of costume designs, half of the book was filled with frilly dresses and outfits she created when she first discovered her talent and love for sewing and construction. The other half though was full of her very first notes on costumes, battles and cards.

Perhaps something she wrote down a decade ago, a detail about a card could come in useful. Perhaps she could find some sort of solution in these aged pages. She found her entry on dream quickly. If any card could help, it could most certainly be this one. Sakura was not conscious, perhaps she could be dreaming and just maybe this card could do what doctors could not? Tomoyo tossed the notebook outside of her closet and continue to scrummage through the mess she had quickly created with her frantic actions.

What disrupted her was a tap on the large window that overlooked her bed. Tomoyo was startled at first and jumped a foot high, scattering more of her belongings in her walk in closet. "Yue!"