Cool waves of blue struck the sandy shores infront of him, sending mist particles flying into his hair. The almost indescribable smell of the sea reached his nostrils as his surroundings overcame him. He felt the warm sands underneath his hands, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the grainy surface. He felt… at ease here. An unknown feeling washed over him. Was it… serenity?

"Hisao." A voice next to him sounded, the sweet acoustics made their way to his ears, and enveloped him in a strange sense, one he couldn't put words to. It was something he hadn't felt in the longest time. He simply stood there, stunned at the utterance.

A short giggle once again burst him out of his trance, and he made the effort to look sideways at her, as much as his mind screamed at him not to. Her turquoise hair fluttered in the breeze the ocean provided, her hair almost blending in with the clear sky. The deep green pools swirled in his vision. It was the same color as her school issued skirt, which was probably the most formal attire she ever had in her wardrobe.

"He does that sometimes, just looking off into the distance…" Her use of the third-person was strange, foreign, but it didn't stop him from feeling the knife being plunged into his heart. She looked off towards the horizon, as if to demonstrate his unconscious action. "What does he see out there?" Obliging her, he took another look at the horizon.

The sun hung low in the sky, almost touching the watery edge, but something was amiss. The horizon, usually cloaked in shades of red and orange at this time of the evening, was now coated in a blurry grey. She frowned slightly at the sight, as if expecting something better.

"Does he see his future? His past?" She continued, not bothering to give him a chance to answer through his parched lips. "Or does he think it might be more than that?" She leant back, taking the chance to catch the salty sea wind in her hair.

Hisao didn't really know what to make of this situation. Why was he on the beach with her? Looking around, he recognized the rocky beach as one of the ones they… used to visit. Her love for the slow, monotonous pounding of the waves eventually transferred to him. Still, looking at the large expanse of water in front of him only brought memories he wished to forget.

With one, swift motion, the turquoise haired girl stood up next to him. Hisao's gaze was drawn in her direction. She had turned away from him, and walked alone down the sandy shore.

"H-hey, wait!" Hisao found himself stuttering, unused to the sight of his lover within his reach. He stood on shaky feet, desperate to reclaim what had been torn from his grasp.

Suzu stopped, turning her head slightly as if to silouhette it against the dark rock. Her mouth parted slightly, the pink lips open as if she were about to speak.

"Chase me."

With that, she stepped around the corner. He quickly gave chase, jogging to the corner, before rounding it in a quick manner. It had opened into a large straightaway, both sides of the rock going forward seemingly forever.

But she was gone.

He fell to his knees, too overcome with emotion to continue. As Hisao grew accustomed to the sight before him, his heart panged once more. He had lost her again. He had failed again. He could never give her that kind of security.

Suddenly, Hisao felt the strangest feeling. It was as if he was suddenly kneeling on a hill, even though he was on flat terrain. It only increased, leading him to dig his knees into the sand. Sand grains started sliding around him, all headed in the direction he was looking at.

He was at a loss of words, what exactly was happening?

He dug his hands into the sand, the slippery gains only flowing through his fingers. Locks of his hair started to lazily float forward in the direction he was looking at. He started to panic, clawing at more and more sand, but he couldn't find a hold.

Eventually, the feeling became too strong, and he was flung downward into the chasm that awaited him.

"…and that, is a kick." A voice erupted beside him. He was staring at an almost bare concrete ceiling, save for a florescent light that was annoyingly shining in his eyes. Bringing his hand to shield his eyes, he slowly looked around.

He was on the ground, that he was sure of. But why?

"Cmon now, we haven't got all day." A foot prodded his shoulder, and only then did he notice the man looming over him. He was the man from the warehouse, Thom, was it? He had his hands in his pockets, obviously comfortable in the situation.

"What…?" Hisao said, before looking downward to finally observe his situation. He was sitting in a chair, his hands hung uncomfortably off the sides. It only took a few moments to figure out what had happened. He'd been pushed over, for what reason he wasn't certain.

His eyes caught onto a thin strand of wire on his left, and he traced it to the source.

The familiar IV line was still inserted into his wrist. He'd been dreaming, she wasn't real. Of course she wasn't.

He threw caution to the wind, almost ripping the IV needle out in his sudden rage. He threw it on the ground, the line swinging like a pendulum as he pushed the chair off of him. He then stood up, in front of a very confused Thom. Hisao noticed that the others were standing behind him, as bewildered as Thom was.

For a few moments he paused, breathing heavily, before angrily pushing past Thom. He strode towards the bathroom, closing the door shut behind him.

The others watched him go, while Thom busied himself by rubbing the inside of his coat pocket. They stood there in silence for the longest time, only broken up by the sound of water flowing through a faucet.

"The hell was that about?" Akira asked to no one in particular. Thom's face scrunched up slightly before conjuring an answer.

"He wasn't aware he was dreaming, and something that he had brought into the dream felt real to him." Thom cringed slightly, as if he was all too used to the feeling. After a short pause he sighed, gathering the IV line Hisao had left haphazardly dangling off the table.

"We'll cover how to avoid that from happening next time."