Author's Note: Some cussing here, but it's not 'cause I want to! InuYasha just tends to curse a bit… or a lot… but I try to tune it down, anyway. Also, keep in mind that death makes people do desperate things; with this in mind, know that InuYasha's actions might seem OOC, but trust me, that's only because he's in such a desperate situation. Remember episode 107? Yeah, well, as the story progresses (and I do means past episode 167), InuYasha becomes more aware of... err... certain feelings towards certain people. I think I'll leave things at that... now, commence reading! (I mean... uhh... please?)

Chapter Two: Castles and Dreams

Kagome fell hard on the ground below her, but she barely noticed. 'I'm not supposed to be here,' she thought, as she slowly rose to her feet, staring at her surroundings as though they were the product of the devil, 'I'm supposed be with InuYasha… why am I here?' Walking over to the edge of the well, Kagome gasped. The aura she had always felt ever since that first time she went to the past was gone. There was no longer any magical, otherworldly feeling to it– it was just a useless, old, wooden well.

She stood there in shock, not really believing what was happening. Thinking back to the wish she made with Midoriko, her heart felt as though it was recoiling, as though shying away from the ugly truth would make it all better.

There was silence, then Midoriko spoke."Art you certain, Lady Kagome?"

The tone in Midoriko's voice gave Kagome pause, but she waved it aside. "Yes, I am certain."

"No matter what price ye may have to pay, my lady?"

"Yes."

A sigh of sadness tinged with regret filled Kagome's ears before Midoriko spoke again. "Then child, so be your fate."

Dropping to her knees, Kagome gripped the edge of the well so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She was trying really hard not to cry but– but what was the point now? She was torn from InuYasha, the man she had grown to love so dearly. She was deprived of the only person she wanted – no, needed – to keep. After all the bloodshed, the sacrifice, the pain… after all of that, she wound up separated from him, the being to whom her heart belonged.

Why did this always happen? She had given up everything – everything– to be with InuYasha: she gave up her time, her family, her friends, her future– all in the hopes getting to the end with him. All of them were always toiling and working and suffering… for what? To what purpose did they exert so much effort in all they did? Had any of that even mattered, in the end?

Anger began to seethe inside Kagome, slowly swelling to rage– to fury. Standing up defiantly, tears trickling down her rose-colored cheeks, Kagome looked wildly about her, wanting nothing more than to pour out all her heart's woes and sufferings on the cause of it all: on the creator of the Shikon no Tama.

"Midoriko!"

Nothing. Not a sound was heard save for the echo of Kagome's scream.

She banged her fist on the frame of the old well in frustration, her blood boiling hot. How could Midoriko do this to her? How could she? She had no right! She had absolutely no right to take her away from InuYasha after everything that had taken place between them! He was… he was the future that was stuck in the past, wasn't he? Without him… just what was the point?

'Why does it always have to hurt so much when it comes to InuYasha? What did we ever do to deserve so much pain?'

And so, she cried.

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He took his first breath. He didn't smell her.

He opened his eyes. He didn't see her.

He felt his heart beat once, twice. He didn't feel her.

Sitting up and looking about him as though he had never seen anything quite so new, InuYasha was dumbfounded, just knowing that he shouldn't have been seeing everything– knowing that such a sunny, warm day did not belong to the likes of him. He was dead, and being such, he shouldn't have been allowed to see such a glorious morning.

That is, a glorious morning without Kagome.

InuYasha stood up slowly, a wave of lethargy suddenly hitting him. His body was fully recuperated, but his mind was exactly where he had left it: saying goodbye to Kagome for the final time. But why was it that he couldn't sense her in any way, shape, or form? Why did the world suddenly seem so devoid of beauty?

"InuYasha."

Whipping around to the sound of his name, InuYasha stood in awed wonder at the almost translucent figure of Midoriko. Her long black tresses flowed freely over her body, and her soft but determined eyes stared right through him, as though she could see into the very core of his soul. The hanyou was nearly mesmerized by the ethereal figure before him, until she repeated his name again, this time with a hint of sadness in it.

"InuYasha, do you know who I am?"

InuYasha continued to stare, nodding mutely, as though the seemingly palpable prowess of the being stilted his very ability to speak.

She gave him a wisp of a smile, but her eyes still looked torn, ridden with guilt. What kind of sin could have bestowed such feelings of remorse on such a remarkable woman, InuYasha hadn't the slightest idea. He did, however, feel that her transgression had something to do with Kagome. 'Ridiculous. Why would Midoriko do anything to Kagome?'

He shook his head slowly, attempting to remove such ludicrous thoughts from his mind.

Before he was even able to do that, though, Midoriko raised one of her hands, her head slightly tilted to the side and her eyes looking as sorrowful as ever. "No, InuYasha. Do not think that you are incorrect. I… I did…"

In the back of his mind, InuYasha might have known exactly what Midoriko was trying to say. In the forefront of it, however, the hanyou refused to even think the legendary priestess Midoriko would do something so remarkably wicked. Denying what was right before him, InuYasha allowed Midoriko to continue, trying to convince himself that she didn't have anything to do with Kagome– that Kagome wasn't really gone.

The hanyou looked into the eyes of the miko, begging her to lie to him– begging her to let him believe, at least for a little bit longer, that the only reason he would have come back to the world of the living wasn't just out of his reach.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she continued to gaze at him, those sad eyes engraving themselves in his memory. When she spoke, her voice trembled, and InuYasha felt his heart clench, apprehension seizing it with a deathly grip: whatever Midoriko was about to say was going to decide whether or not that heart would ever truly beat again.

She smiled sadly, her guilty eyes never straying from his once strong, proud golden eyes.

"InuYasha… Lady Kagome… She wished for… for your life to be given back to you. She… in order to grant such a tremendous wish, I… I had to take away what was most important to her, and–"

"Midoriko, she– What… what was most important to… to Kagome?" The question slipped away from him before he could take it back– before he could even regret so much as thinking it.

"The most precious think to Lady Kagome wasn't her life, InuYasha, if that is what you are fearing," she replied, hoping to offer him even the slightest solace.

Though slightly relieved, that painful hold apprehension had upon his heart didn't waver, and the anxiety was ready to kill him. "Midoriko," InuYasha began, his attempt to sound more confident failing miserably as his voice nearly cracked, "what was most important to Kagome?"

The ghost of a woman sighed once more, the air around both of them seemingly dead, as though all the happiness in the world had been sucked out. "InuYasha," another tear slipped, "the most important thing to Kagome – the closest thing to her heart – stands now before me, alive and in full health, just as she wished."

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Desperation enveloped her like it never had before. Screaming, crying, hitting– she had been doing all these things for what seemed like an eternity. Everything was lost; nothing was gained. That's how it always worked with Kagome. 'Give everything you have so that you have nothing left…'

She stood up, looking madly about her, searching for something to break. Desiring nothing more than to give release to all the pain her small, human heart had accrued, Kagome grabbed the item closest to her – a wooden pole – and smashed it against the wall of the well house. The end of it splintered, but she didn't care. How could she care? There was nothing left for her, and yet she wasn't dead. Fate really had a funny way of destroying the life of a once happy, intelligent, normal girl without actually condemning her to Hell.

She harried the room for a while longer but was forced to stop when she blindly swung the pole downwards against a piece of scrap metal, which caused it to bounce back and hit her soundly in the shin.

Falling as a result of the hit, Kagome moaned softly, her backside suffering the second hard fall that day and her shin hot with the pain from the pole. Rubbing it gently so as not to hurt herself further, the seventeen-year-old winced at the light touch, swelling already evident to her red and puffy eyes. She didn't stop rubbing her shin, however, and with every soft caress, it stung her more and more.

'If this hurts,' she thought sadly to herself, her tears unrelenting as they raced down her cheeks, 'I can't even imagine what InuYasha had to suffer… for me… and because of me.'

She finally closed her eyes, though her tears continued flowing, and she smiled lightly, relishing the only comfort she found with the choice she made.

'If nothing else, at least InuYasha isn't hurt. Midoriko… make sure he never gets hurt again.'

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InuYasha felt the first tear of his soul to the last cut on his heart. He was bleeding more than he ever had before, but it was blood that could not be seen. He ambled forward, nearing the legendary priestess, his eyes entreating her to put him out of his misery. Her lips trembled, as though she were about to cry, to weep, but she did not respond.

"Midoriko," he rasped, hot moisture gathering behind his eyes but refusing to fall, "will I… will I ever see her again?"

Midoriko shook her head slowly, dreading the reaction the silver-haired boy before her would have.

She knew what he was feeling. Having been sealed within the Shikon no Tama for centuries, the priestess had been able to hear the desires of every man whose hand touched the jewel. She had heard this man's desires several times before; every time he was near to the jewel, she could hear his heart speaking to her, revealing the secrets of which even he was not aware.

The last time she had heard his heart's wish, she had been completely surprised– no longer had he desired to become a full demon; rather, he wanted to be able to love one girl, one woman: Lady Kagome. He wanted her love, also, but more powerful still was his desire to love her, to care for her, to cherish her. That the once vile, wicked half-breed desired such a thing… it greatly aided in the purification of the jewel.

Now, that man was standing before her, his anguish a tangible thing and his pain quickly becoming her own. "InuYasha, I… I am so sorry, InuYasha…"

His words came out in a whisper, barely audible. "You don't understand…"

"Inu… InuYasha?"

"Don't do that!" he yelled, his voice dripping with raw agony as his heart was poured out before them, every emotion made known to the world. "Don't you dare talk to me the way she did! You did this! Every suffering we went through… it was all your fault!" He lowered his head, and Midoriko heard the quietest sob, the softest whimper.

"And…" he continued, though his voice sounded hoarse, broken, "it's because of you that I met her. It's because of you that we went through so much together, and that I was able to live again."

There was a moment of silence before InuYasha's voice filled the air once more– a sound that could never be reproduced by any other being but himself, as it was hisheart and his soul being poured into the world, and no other creature would ever possess those things. "So if nothing else, I thank you for that."

Very suddenly, Midoriko gasped, her ears filled with a voice not her own.

"Midoriko… make sure he never gets hurt again."

InuYasha glanced up, a look of concern marring his brow. Midoriko, having been stunned silent by Kagome's request, was unable to reassure InuYasha that she was well and that nothing had happened to her.

She stared blankly at him, not knowing what to do with Kagome's request. 'How is it possible? How is it possible that her request reached me, even with a disparity of 500 years? I… I cannot… my lady…'

"Midoriko?"

Whipping her head sharply to the side towards the well, Midoriko heard it– she heard the sound of Kagome's crying, of her sorrow. To her, it sounded as loudly as it would have been had Kagome been crying right beside her, spilling the laments of her heart. A pang shot through Midoriko as she heard the maiden's sorrow, felt it, even, in her very own heart.

She turned back to InuYasha, and for the first time in centuries, she embraced a man. He was warm and strong, with amber eyes and silver hair. She cried– for Kagome's suffering: Kagome, who had given up her heart to this man; for InuYasha, whose soul she could hear tearing to pieces; for their companions, who died as a result of a war she had been unable to win so many years ago; finally, she cried for the sake of all whom had suffered under the curse of the Shikon no Tama– every person who had suffered because of her.

Letting go of InuYasha, Midoriko stared into those eyes of gold– the eyes her saviour so longed to see. Seeing the despair etched in every grain of amber in those terribly grief-stricken eyes, Midoriko made her decision. 'If this damns me to Hell, then so be it.'

Smiling gently, serenely, Midoriko placed her hand above InuYasha's heart, and, after intercepting his inquiring gaze, answered his unasked questions. "InuYasha, there is one thing I have yet to do. You see, I had… forgotten that my lady had requested something else in her wish and so, I have decided to further that, even, so as to somewhat alleviate my conscience of this grotesque and unbidden guilt." 'May you find the love that so captivates you once more, and may you one day remember all that you have lost, InuYasha…'

"What…?"

Without waiting for his consent, Midoriko touched InuYasha's cheek with the palm of her hand, a delicate, silky light surrounding them, breathing life into the air nearby. "InuYasha," she whispered, as her already insubstantial form began to fade away into the wind, "it pains my heart to see you suffer so. Because of this…"

Alarmed, InuYasha eyed her suspiciously, his instincts imploring him to get away from her. "Because of this…?"

"Because of this, I will make certain that neither you, nor any of your companions or acquaintances, suffer because of the memory of my dearest lady."

For a moment, InuYasha's heart skipped a beat. Returning to his senses, however, he swung at the air around him trying with all his might to get away– to escape the nightmare that was about to befall him. Seeing that he was unable to do anything with the priestess's powerful barrier surrounding him, he looked back at her, defiance and hurt writ in the depths of his eyes.

"Midoriko, don't! Don't!Youdon't understand! I love her! You won't make me forget her! You won't–!"

In but a mere heartbeat, InuYasha was swept into a world of darkness.

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She was running away from something, but she had no idea what it was. The all too-consuming knowledge that she was going to be hurt again kept her running, however, though how she knew that much, she was uncertain.

Her breathing was shallow, and it couldn't keep up with the pace at which she was running. Still, she knew she couldn't stop to take a break. If she did, she just knew she would die– she would die, and she would never be able to think of him again. No… if only for him, she would make sure her heart kept beating; if only for memories ofhim, she would make certain that her life went on.

But what was she running from? She glanced backwards– saw a wisp of silver, a flash of gold. Snapping her head in front of her, hot tears staining her already red and puffy cheeks, Kagome knew what she was running from: she was running from the very reason she continued to go forward– the reason life was even worth the pain.

She tripped and fell, and without warning, she saw the image of him that would forever be carved into the recesses of her mind.

He was laying there, the scarlet blood that so matched his kimono pooling around him, bathing him in it. She watched, horrified beyond belief, as he weakly tilted his head towards her and smiled– a pitiful smile that beckoned her soul to his.

Reaching out, she tried to touch his hair, his face– anything. When she finally came close enough to make some kind of contact with him, his golden eyes dulled and lost the soul that had given life to them, and he slowly dissipated into nothingness, leaving her to wallow in her misery one more time.

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"Ugh…"

Rolling his head side to side, and making sure to crack it thoroughly, InuYasha awoke in a disoriented state of mind, knowing absolutely nothing regarding his whereabouts.

He looked in every direction possible, but couldn't see anything that really explained why he wasn't pinned by a sacred arrow to a sacred tree. 'And what the hell is that stench?Why do I smell Kikyou's blood? And my blood? What the fuck is going on?'

InuYasha stood up, recognized the Bone-Eater's Well, and decided to start looking for answers there. 'Might as well see if Kikyou purified something that hurt her… and me… did she free me? Kikyou…'

Although he was still distrustful of Kikyou's actions due to her attack on him earlier, he couldn't help but wonder why she freed him. It must have been she who did it, because no other person could dislodge the Fuuin no Ya save for the miko who used it. On top of that, said miko must have a strong desire to release the sealed demon. 'So,' thought the hanyou, perplexed by everything Kikyou had done thus far,'why did she free me? She had just sealed me to Goshinboku, and yet she freed me so soon after… why?'

He knew he couldn't trust her– there was no question about that. After believing her lies about wanting to be with him and wanting to spend the rest of her life as a 'normal woman', then getting shot through by her stupid arrow, InuYasha wasn't about to fall for her tricks again. A flicker of emotion entered his eyes but left as quickly as it came– 'And yet, you still love her, you stupid, stupid dog.'

He sighed – a most unnatural sound for a demon of his nature – and sat on the edge of the well.'Why did everything turn out like this?'

A sudden flash of… something, and a vaguely familiar voice rang in his ears, but he couldn't place who it was:

"Inu… InuYasha… why? Why did everything turn out like this? Where did we go wrong?"

That voice… she was crying. He remembered that. The voice sounded like Kikyou's but… it wasn't quite the same. He didn't really know who it was, but for some reason, he felt pained hearing that woman's voice. That voice…

'Whois that?'

'You think I know? 'Cause I've got nothin'. But you know, she does sound an awful lot like Kikyou… are you sure it wasn't Kikyou?'

Annoyed at his youkai blood for being completely stupid, InuYasha released a terse growl. 'Yes, stupid– I'm sure it wasn't Kikyou. Don't you think I'd remember?'

'Well, I'm sure we'd remember if it was Kikyou, but then… damn it! Who is that?"

Before he could dwell on it any longer, he heard a small, weak sound from inside the well. Curious, InuYasha looked over the edge and listened but was unable to make out much of anything. Not knowing whether it was a demon or not, he jumped down over the lip of the well and landed on the earthy ground beneath him. He saw nothing around him, but continued to hear the sound– a soft, barely inaudible whimper.

What was making that sound?

He sat on the floor of the well, wondering if he was going to continue hearing the sound, or if it would stop. Within moments, there was another whimper, but… 'But… it sounds like it's coming from beneath the well? What the hell? That can't be right…'

Pressing his ear to the ground, InuYasha waited. A few seconds later, there was another whimper, and InuYasha was beyond confused. 'What in hell isthis? Besides that, there's nothing dead here, so what did Kikyou kill? Did she kill anything? If she didn't, then… then why did I smell her blood up there, but with no trail?'

Frustration welled inside him, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was completely lost, had no idea why he was even there, and he didn't have the slightest chance of knowing where Kikyou was. 'Not that, you know, I'd even want to see that stupid bitch. I trusted her, and she… she thought I hurt her. I… I would never…'

That whimpering sound again. InuYasha closed his eyes and listened, though he still didn't understand what the voice was saying. For a split second, he thought he might have finally lost it– that after so much hurt throughout his life, he was finally beginning to give up on reality and make up his own truths.

He listened closely, his ear still pressed against the ground, and the world around him seemed almost eerily quiet, as though even nature itself wanted him to listen.

"No… don't… catch me…"

The voice was faint– so faint, in fact, that had InuYasha been anything less than half demon, he wouldn't have heard a thing. Either way, though, what did the voice mean? Besides, that voice sounded uncannily like the one he had heard before– why was that? What was that? Who was the one speaking?

Before long, the whimpering and soft cries started again, but InuYasha was straining himself too much to hear, and he had to give up. Maybe later she would get louder, and he would finally be able to recognize who that woman – or was she a demon? – was. 'Until then,' thought the hanyou, as he rose up from his position against the ground and lifted himself into a sitting position, 'I'll just sit tight and see if anything happens. After all, I haven't smelled Kikyou around here at all with the exception of that bit of blood, so what else do I have to do but wait here?

Before long, InuYasha was asleep, powerless against the binds of his mind's eye.

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Kagome woke up, a sheen of cold sweat dripping down her forehead and her heart racing a mile a minute. What was that? Why would she dream that terrible, awful dream? Her breathing was labored, heavy. She didn't understand why she would dream of InuYasha chasing her, or why she would dream of InuYasha lying before her in such a fatal state.

She smothered a cry as her face contorted into a look of pain, of anguish– of complete and utter loss. Her dark, black hair fell about her as she leaned forward, her shin still aching from the hit with the pole and her body sore from all its cuts and bruises.

It began to rain outside the little well house, and before she could think anything through, Kagome got up, closed the doors to the well house quickly but silently, and stood in front of the well, her sobs never ceasing. She looked down the empty space, hoping – praying – that InuYasha would suddenly come out, tired and weary from battle, but assuring her nonetheless that he was real, that he was alive, that she didn't just lose her world.

She leaned on the frame of the well, her arms trembling – although whether it was because she was weak or nervous, she wasn't sure – and she hoisted one leg up on the wooden frame. Gathering her wits, absolutely needing this to work, Kagome quickly pulled over the other leg and jumped.

Kagome bit her bottom lip when she landed. She couldn't be completely certain, but the pain she felt gave her the idea that her right ankle – the same leg with the hurt shin – was twisted. Fighting back the tears, however, Kagome placed her hands on the ground, paying no heed no the pain, and began digging.

She knew it was crazy. She was very aware of the fact that digging wouldn't work. At this point, though, she couldn't help herself– she had to delude herself into believing that something was going to happen. 'You know this isn't going to work, Kagome. You know you've just about lost the most important person in your life. Why don't we just… give up?'

Her hands slowed to a stop, her fingers all covered in dirt and her nails nearly black. Her arms suddenly felt as though they were a ton each, and the sudden weight of her body made Kagome feel as though the gravity level had just increased. She collapsed on the ground, the events of the day slowly ruining her, crumbling her to pieces. Her face fell on one cheek, her hair spilling over the other. Silent tears fell over the bridge of her nose, though her eyes seemed unusually clear. Her mind was at a blank, as though even thought process was a painstaking process.

A fair, pink glow filled the well, giving light to the darkness that encompassed it. Kagome moved her head slowly, her movements more lethargic than they ever had been. She looked up slightly and saw Midoriko, who seemed as though she was horrified.

"Midoriko…"

"My Lady…" she breathed, crystal tears streaming down her face as she stooped down and held Kagome's cheek in her hand, gently brushing her hair back with the other. "My dearest Kagome, what– how…– why did this happen to you?"

Kagome merely stared, a thought finally processing, but not one that would answer Midoriko's question. "InuYasha… how is he? Is he okay? He's… he's not hurting, right?"

The question prompted a few unsolicited tears, but Kagome didn't even notice.

She looked like such a pitiful sight to Midoriko, that the woman didn't even know what to do with her. 'Should I tell her what happened? I… I don't want to see her hurt anymore, but then… she deserves to know the truth. Oh, Lady Kagome… I'm so sorry…'

"My Lady, I… I must confess something to you…"

Kagome blinked once, not speaking so as to allow Midoriko to continue. The priestess stared sadly at her, and though Kagome couldn't make much of anything at this point, she knew whatever it was Midoriko was about to confess… it wasn't going to be anything good.

"My Lady, ye… ye made a request of me, and I… I had been unsure of what I should have done." Midoriko breathed in heavily, closed her eyes for a moment. Gathering what was left of her spiritual energy, for she knew she was quickly losing time, Midoriko continued, opening her eyes and staring straight at Kagome, letting her know that all she spoke was truth. "My Lady, I… I gave life to your other companions, because I felt their endeavors merited that, if nothing else; also, I… I…."

"You… what? What happened? Midoriko, did something happen to InuYasha?" Kagome regained some sense, knowing to some extent that whatever Midoriko had to say was hurting her, and if it was hurting Midoriko, Kagome knew – just knew – that it was going to kill her.

"Kagome, I… I made them forget."

Nothing. Silence.

"What?"

"My Lady, my savior, I am so sorry, so very, very sorry… this woman's soul will never be in repose, as well it shouldn't. I have committed many wrongs, oh sweet, selfless Kagome, and I do not merit such reconciliation." Midoriko sobbed, cupping Kagome's face in her hands, the girl now sitting in an upright position with her eyes opened wide.

"But," Kagome began, still confused, still apprehensive, "what, exactly, did you do?"

Midoriko continued sobbing, and her words were hard to make out, but Kagome finally understood, "Kagome… I made them forget– forget everything about their journey with you, so that they wouldn't hurt anymore. Don't you see? I thought… I thought that was what my lady desired– for their peace of mind! I– I thought…" she bit her lip, crystals spilling freely down her cheeks, "I thought wrongly, my lady, and I… I shall never forgive myself…"

With that, Midoriko was gone, disappearing like a whisper on the wind.

Kagome grasped her head in her hands, nothing processing but the fact that what she thought was the loss of everything became the possession of nothing– not even her place in InuYasha's heart.

"I lost everything…" she whispered, barely audible, even to her own ears. Her tears were all dried up, her heart completely shattered; what she thought she knew about the world gone like the wind. "He doesn't remember me…." The words sounded dead to her– just like everything else did at that moment.

"Why do I love you, InuYasha?"

She had to wonder, was her heart still beating?

Author's Note (2): This was pretty much an explanatory chapter, but don't worry! Better things are yet to come. And err… I know I'm kind of… late… ::gets bombarded with expected gross things:: Okay, but I can explain! You see, December wasn't good. I had my birthday, terribly monstrous exams, Christmas vacation (with a Mario Galaxy included), and well… it's been really, really busy. It's probably going to stay that way, but I've found a way to work on fanfiction during Spanish and Bible, so all's well… I hope? Ehm… so yeah, I hope you all tell me what you think though! I mean, I'm not very punctual, I know, but.. I try, and it's nice to hear feedback. But anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it!

Author's Note (3): "Fuuin no Ya" means "Sealing Arrow", mentioned in episodes 147-148… I think.