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Erika's P.O.V.

"Hello?" I asked, glancing around nervously. White clouds surrounded me, and blue sky was barely visible behind them. "Is anyone there?"

A stream of yellow light pierced the top of the clouds, shining all the way down to my face. It made me squint a little, but I kept my eyes focused above. A tall figure emerged, but all I could see was a black shape, as the light was getting brighter by the second.

"Erika," I heard it whisper. "You mustn't stay here."

I looked around me. "Stay where?" I asked.

"You must leave. Go back to your friends. Go back to your family. Go back . . . back . . ."

"She's . . . coming to . . . doctor . . . she can't . . . her . . . family . . . friends . . . this isn't . . . something . . . what . . . happened to . . . Erika?" I vaguely heard. I didn't know who was saying it, but I knew where I was. The smell of antibiotics and anesthesia hit my head hard. I had to take a minute before I could breathe normally again. As my focus sharpened, I saw who it was.

"Hey there, sweetie." My mom said, leaning over the edge of my hospital bed. "You took quite a beating."

She said it like I got kicked in the leg.

"Your vitals look as close to normal as you've ever gotten," she said; and I knew what she meant. I've never really been on the "normal" chart. She winked. "I think you'll be outta here in less than eight hours. Maybe you'll be able to come home with me."

I nodded, my head throbbing. I winced.

"Ooh. Right." MY mom said, turning to a cabinet. "Let's get you some morphine for the headache. I'm positive you've got one."

After my mom attached the line into a small needle already injected into my arm (when did they do that?), it immediately started to work.

"Now, you're just going to need some stitches, and then you'll be back to norm-er-yourself again." My mom was a stickler for words. "Hopefully, they'll be the ones that don't need removed, and we won't have to cut your hair, either."

My head was starting to feel heavy, but I ignored it, so I could ask one last question.

"Where's Hiro?"

My mom looked around nervously. "Um, I don't know, sweetie. He wasn't here when I came. Neither was anyone else," she explained.

"No one?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I scoured the entire waiting area." She smiled. "But don't worry. I'm sure they just went out to buy you some Get Well Soon stuff."

I smiled, not bothering to nod. I was about drift away when I heard my room door slam open. There, stood a man wearing an almost-dragon costume.

Then, he shouted something unbearable to hear.

"HIRO'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!"

Then I fainted, dead away.

Fred's P.O.V.

"HIRO'S BEEN KIDNAPPED!" I screamed as I threw open Erika's hospital room door. I didn't care if the nurses and security were telling me I wasn't allowed; Erika needed to know.

I watched as Erika's head flopped back on the pillow, her mom staring at me for a second.

"What happened?" Her mother asked.

I swallowed. "The guy who did that"-I pointed at Erika-"to her, kidnapped Hiro after he ran away."

I looked behind me, and two very tall, muscular men stood there, blank looks on their faces.

"Sir," one said, "you're going to have to let us escort you back to the waiting area or we will be forced to call the cops."

I took a deep breath, taking one last look at Erika, laying motionless on the bed, before turning to leave.

Hiro's P.O.V.

"W-where am I?" I grumble, holding my head. The last thing I remember is mist. Surrounding me, then darkness.

I looked around me. I was laying in the middle of a cold stone floor in the middle of a warehouse. The ceiling was very high, while boxes and crates lined almost every inch of the walls. There were no doors, or windows, for that matter. The only light in the building was coming from a small lamp in the far corner of the room. Since it was the only light source, dark shadows shown in almost every direction.

I stood, my head spinning. I slowly made my way towards the lamp, occasionally limping on my leg. I eventually made it, and plop down beside the desk the lamp rested on. I held my head in my hands, and rubbed my forehead with my fingers. My headaches normally happen on stressful days, which might be why it's happening now.

Besides, shouldn't I be crying?

I mean, sure, I'm used to seeing crazy things everyday, and I'm used to having people I love fall in and out of my life, but this time . . . I don't know. I'm not confused, but I'm not sure, either. I'm kind of in the neutral zone.

I shake those thoughts from my head, and try to focus on the situation at hand. Stairs were in the corner across from me, and I could barely see hanging walkways up above me. The light didn't reach far, but it was enough.

I stood again, my head feeling a little better, now that I'm distracted.

I grab the lamp, and realize it's . . . I dunno what kind it is, but it doesn't plug into the wall or anything, which is convenient. I carry the lamp with me, slowly making my way up the now lighted steps. I reached the top of the steps and looked around.

The light from the lamp showed me that a pathway was made to get from here to a small door on the far wall. Below the pathway, there seemed to be a pit so large and so deep that the lamp couldn't even light it all the way down. I definitely didn't want to fall down into that.

I started down the path, but stopped after my second step. It felt weird. Almost . . . almost familiar. Like I'd been here before.

I ignored the feeling and kept going, holding the lamp out in front of me. I took small, sure steps, holding the handrail on my left. I held the lamp with my right hand, but I couldn't help but notice it was shaking. I wasn't scared though, which was weird. I was anticipating something. I knew something was going to happen. Good or bad, I had no idea. But I guess it would have to be enough.