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HE WAS not himself.

He was in somewhere that very dark. He couldn't see anything, even his body was not, too. He realized that his eyes opened, but something was wrong. Something about himself who didn't know what happened to him. It was very, very dark. Although he could taste his body that not locked by the gadget, but he noticed: the reality didn't said that he was in his body. "Where am I?" he wanted to think about that to his mind, but that sound realizing him that he said that.

"You're in the Darkness," it was someone's sound.

"Who—who're you?" he asked.

"You don't have to know about me," it said. "But, I'll tell you something: I was in your Realization—in your soul."

"My soul? So, where am I? Where's my body?"

"Your body have been dead already."

He took a deep breath, skipping a heartbeat. "I'M—DEAD!"

"Who says that you're dead, anyway?"

That ask made him thinking about his doing. "I'm not . . . dead?"

"No. Your Realization went to here, stuck and trapped to another dimension. If you know about Quantum Physic, you'll learn that you was in another dimension until you're body was ready to use again. You're body's dead, of course, but your Realization is probably not. It seems like Reincarnation tragedy. But, you're in that situation, of course, but you'll be doing reincarnation to your body. It's like Torpor—apparent death. So, you'll be yourself if you're body will ready to accept your soul again."

"Ready? What do you mean ready?"

"Your body still need adapt to your condition in somewhere."

"So, how can I know that my body is ready?"

"You'll know, Dusty."

Suddenly, somehow appeared in front of him. A lights in the Darkness. The lights spreaded slowly, until the Darkness had no view.

"Bye, bye," it said. "Hope you enjoy your Reincarnation."

"Wait, who are you?"

"You don't have to know about me."

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Dusty felt warm.

Opening his eyes—but he couldn't to open his eyes fully; just a quarter—he saw that he was in someone's house. He was in front of the fireplace. The house looked so nice for him. Clearly clean. But, of course, he wasn't in his house—although there was a fireplace in his house. (His house had renovated after he went to the firefighter last year.)

"Hello?" he said, but his sound was too low and terrible.

He heard something. Then, he saw a forklift truck. "You're alive?" she asked.

Dusty sighed, closing his eyes. "Maybe," he wanted to said that, but he murmured that.

"Oh, well, that's great. I've found you that fall from the sky and almost going to kill me, ya know!"

"I'm sorry—I don't know about that."

"You don't?"

Dusty nodded.

"Well, I guess that I must bring you to where you are stay."

"Thanks." He smiled.

"What's your name, anyway?"

"Dusty Crophopper."

"Dusty Crophopper!? A guy who had been kidnapped by someone!?"

"U-huh. How did you know that?"

"The news in TV show, of course. Propwash Juntion had to know that you're here! I'll bring you quickly—but, after you drink this oils."

She brought a can of corn oils to Dusty's mouth. He then drank it.

"You know . . . I felt that you were whispering 'let me life' when I saw you. And that sound re-echoed three times."

"Really? How could that be?"

"Don't have an idea."

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She woke up, crying.

Knowing about Dusty's abduction, she shocked, going unconscious. But, now she woke up. She didn't believe that—Dusty had been kidnapped. Her heart stabbed. It felt so hurt. So . . . hurt.

The medicine which would made her recover as usual was Dusty. She had to looked at Dusty,. But,she had no power to do that. Where had Dusty been? How about Dusty's condition? She didn't know, had no ideas, even had no evidences to proof that.

She put a blank stare expression, looking at the view of Propwash Juntion who looked so deserted in her workplace, Fill 'N Fly. The teardrops made her check going wet. She just wanted to look Dusty who stubborn to force to push his engine. How precious the moment was.

"Dottie," someone called.

"Gabriellia?" she asked, and shocked because that forklift truck brought . . . Dusty. "Dusty?" she half shouted, feeling happy and sad at once. Happy because Dusty was here. Sad because he got crash. She then drove in quickly to in front of her best friend, Gabriellia. "Gabriellia, what's up with Dusty?" she asked.

"It was terrible when he's dead. And now, he's alive again."

"How miracle!"

"Yeah—I felt that I would going to dead. But, something in my soul said that I'm not dead."

"We'll talk while I repair you. You look so terrible, you know!"

"I know, Dottie."[]