A/N: Chapter 42. Sadly, this chapter does not contain the Ultimate Question, for the Universe would implode if I did that. However, in honour of the greatest author to have ever lived, I'm listening to my radio recordings of The Hitchhiker's Guide and Dirk Gently.

Don't forget, you don't have to ask me what Sophie looks like anymore, just check my profile for her mock-up picture I used XD.

AND YES. The reason everything, is kinda, stunted. And or, weirdly said. Is because she's drugged. I originally had Sophie speaking in long sentences that melded into a single word, but hates that and deleted them. X_X

~Ava

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Light shot through the control room, turning everything off and on again in some kind of odd, power surge. What on earth could that have been? I looked over at the two people in front of me, Tristan and Mokuba.

"I don't know, but whatever it was, it got us through to HQ!" Mokuba said, not turning round from his station as he spoke. I paused, sure that I had thou-aw shit. It appeared that if I concentrated then I would think. If I just thought then I apparently spoke too. Tristan turned to face me.

"Anything with Joey?" He asked as I concentrated on thinking of an answer.

"Not that I'm aware of…" I answered slowly and deliberately. It wasn't that I didn't like Tristan, I just…well, never really took any time to know him and he still scared me. Though, I theorised, after Marik and his attack, he really shouldn't seem scary anymore. Immediately after thinking this, my eyes darted to Tristan, like some kind of jumpy rabbit in the headlights. He hadn't heard me. I'd actually thought it.

"Urgh. We've been trying to get through to HQ for the last half-hour, that power thing seems to have done the trick though…" He voice tailed off as Mokuba ripped off the headset and turned to us.

"It's on it's way!" At those words Tristan fled to get Joey ready for transfer. I blinked and he'd run. I looked over my shoulder at his hastily retreating form and felt the beginning of a headache. Numbed by Morphine or not, I'd always had a twenty-second sense for whenever I'd get a headache. Mokuba looked at me strangely.

"Twenty-Second? Don't you mean Sixth Sense?" I looked down at him.

"I'm not going to like this whole 'thinking out loud' thing, am I?" I frowned and whined at the same time. My god, did I sound like that all the time?

"No, not really." Mokuba answered, a similar smirk on his face to someone else I knew. I threw my good hand in the air, still holding my shoes.

"Answer to which question?"

"Both."

"Aw crap." I whined again, sensing a theme. "Oh, and…uhm…I forget, but there was a valid scientific reason behind it." I sighed. Mokuba turned back to the communications thing and switched a screen on.

"Well, now that we got the power back up, we can watch Bro's duel. Along with the rest of the city!" With that he hopped off the chair and paused in front of me. "You'll probably need to put your shoes on though…"

"Uhm." I hesitated for a moment, "Uhh, kid, I'm specifically not wearing my shoes as per our compromise of 'Me Going To See Joey.' And…uhm…" I pressed my fingers to my head and then winced, realising that I'd used the cut hand to do so. "Ah yes!" I snapped the fingers of the cut hand and winced again, this was going to get annoying, "In case you haven't noticed, love, I don't currently have a word filter." I said the last sentence is my very best Jimmy Carr imitation, drawing a confused look from my shortest companion.

"Who?"

"…Ignore me."

"I can't, it's really interesting. It's like listening to someone's brain." Was his response. I glared at him, drawing a smile from him.

"Can't I just, stumble blindly back to my room or Joey's room and sleep this off?" I wheedled, feeling like I was trying to get out of being grounded. Mokuba shook his head.

"Nope, Seto said that I couldn't trust you to not walk into Marik again." Mokuba frowned, "Is your hand okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, it's fine I suppose…" I answered absent-mindedly. Mokuba smirked at my look.

"Soph, you're blushing." He seemed to hold back a laugh. I gawped at him at him.

"Mokuba, you're annoying." I smirked this time. It was odd to have this kind of friendly banter with a member of the Kaiba household. Thankfully it seemed that I had kept that in my brain.

"Please?"

"Urgh. Why?"

"Because I have to keep an eye on you." I glared at his answer.

"Lemme guess 'It won't look good if someone dies in my tournament.' Hmm?" I sighed angrily, "Mai, Odion, Joey, you really should be shadowing one of them." I frowned at what I just said on how I'd said it. "Also, I sound like a petulant child."

"I didn't notice anything different." Was the answer. I gasped and glared at him, noticing his smirk and screaming through clenched teeth.

"GOD. The two of you are going to be the very death of me."

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A/N: Wow I hate this chapter. I've gained a new cat, a stray, and he's currently sleeping next to me on my bed. THE THINK IS BUILT LIKE A TANK. I SWEAR HE'S BIGGER THAN MY PILLOW. But he's a softie really~~

Also: LUCKY? GOOD GOD NO. SOPHIE IS NOT KISARA IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. She only recognises the dragon due to the fact that it's Kaiba's motif and is bloody everywhere XDD

~Ava