Rain continued to pelt the duo as they ran. Amelia hadn't really packed anything, let alone grabbed her backpack. It was becoming nightfall, so she'd grab stuff after she checked to make sure Quattro was okay.

"Amelia! Where are we going?"

Amelia whipped around in shock. She'd forgotten Durbe was following her. With a sigh of relief, she stopped and slid under a tree. "Right here."

"Why did we leave anyway? Don't you need to take care of your brother?"

"We left because Quinton is too dangerous to be around. But I'm going to make a nightly check on Quattro. I'll grab some food and stuff too."

"Okay." Durbe watched as Amelia lay against the tree. She wanted to sleep for at least one hour before checking on her brother and gathering the food. As her emerald eyes began to shut, they flew back open when she felt arms around her.

"Huma?" Amelia looked up. Durbe had her held close in a gentle fashion. She smiled up at him and soon fell asleep. God, did this bring back memories of her six-year-old life.

XxXxXxXx

Amelia blinked a few times. She wasn't sure where she was. But after looking around, she knew all too well what this place was.

"This is my old bedroom! How the hell did I get here?" Amelia cupped her mouth. There was no way to tell how she got here, but she didn't want to get caught.

Suddenly, Amelia could hear some slight crying, and quick-paced footsteps that were racing up the stairs. She gulped. There was no where to hide. And when the sound rounded the corner, she gasped in shock.

It was herself! As a six-year-old!

"What the? How...how is it possible?" Amelia asked. Her younger self couldn't hear her, let alone see her. She ran right through the older Amelia and into her room, closing the door and sobbing as quietly as she could.

Now it was all coming back to Amelia. She remembered how Vector started beating on her if she did something wrong when she turned six. A random thing that seemed to scare her every time, but definitely built up her strength in the future.

And that right there was one of the worst beatings she'd ever received.

Amelia just wanted to touch her past self, to tell her it would be okay and she'd get through it, but how would she do that without messing up her time line?

Slower, calmer footsteps were heard coming up now. Amelia wasn't afraid of being seen this time, but she wanted to see who it was. When she turned, every little detail of that days events came crashing down on her like a bomb.

It was Durbe, and in his Barian from too. He opened the door slowly. The younger Amelia groaned and looked over her shoulder. Her wrist hurt, as did her stomach, where a slash had come upon it. When she saw it was one of the Barians, she shrieked and hid under the blankets.

Durbe changed to his human form and smiled. He walked over and gently pulled the covers down to reveal a trembling Amelia, trying to hide under her pillow now. She was petrified. When she felt Durbe's hand on her shoulder, she yelped and scrunched up into a ball.

But it felt gentle to Amelia. She looked up curiously, her emerald eyes shimmering in fear. Durbe's calm gray ones helped her to stop shaking. Amelia gently turned over and sat up. She recognized this Barian.

"You...aren't going to hurt me?" Amelia questioned. Durbe shook his head.

"Nope. I wouldn't dream of it Amelia."

"Thanks...who are you? You're really different from the others."

"Durbe. Trust me, I won't hurt you."

"Okay..." Amelia looked up at Durbe. For the first time since she came to Barian World, she smiled and meant it. With a calm gesture, she lay back down. Durbe did the same, holding Amelia close.

Amelia smiled as she drifted to sleep. Finally, she'd made a friend.

The older Amelia wiped a tear away from her eye as she watched. She was glad that she'd made a friend that day. And that friend had been with her all her life.

Suddenly, her eyes flew open. Amelia glanced up. Durbe was watching the sky from where they sat. Gently nudging him in the stomach, Amelia sat up and giggled. It was obvious Durbe hadn't been expecting that.

"You're awake. Good."

"Yeah, I'm up. But I just had the number two weirdest dream."

"Number two?"

"I've had a weirder one before."

"Oh. Well, what was it about?"

So Amelia began to explain everything. Durbe listened carefully. He couldn't believe it. When Amelia was finished talking, both of them sat in silence for a long period of time.

The rain had stopped falling while Amelia had been asleep. She stood and grabbed her shotgun, then flashed away into the house.

Every single room was silent. Well, except for the kitchen because of the fridge. But other than that, complete and total silence. Amelia walked around and opened some of the cabinets. There were plenty of things she could grab. Her backpack was still by the door, like it usually was.

"Perfect." Amelia whispered and walked back to the living room. She grabbed her backpack and flashed back to the kitchen. The pink-haired girl grabbed some crackers from the open cabinet, a jar of peanut butter, some honey, and a box of Cheeze-its.

Next was the fridge. The water probably wouldn't stay cold for too long, but it didn't matter. As long as it tasted like water, it was good enough.

Amelia dropped about twenty-five water bottles in her backpack. Then, she slung it over her shoulder and flashed up to the spare bedroom.

Thank god Quattro was still alive.

The pink-haired girl gently took her older brother's hand and laced their fingers together. Amelia wanted so desperately for Quattro to wake up, but she knew he wouldn't do it that easily.

Especially with Quinton lurking around.

The whole room was dark. Amelia hadn't turned on the light. She began to wish she had. This room was all too quiet to be normal.

A closet door opened slowly and silently. Amelia didn't hear a thing as Quinton walked up behind her.

"You have some nerve coming back here."

Amelia shrieked as her oldest brother cupped her mouth and took out the knife. He thrust it through her shoulder. The pink-haired girl cried out and fell to the floor. Quinton lifted her up and stabbed her again, in the same place.

"W-What the hell Quinton?"

"I told you. You're going down Amelia. It'll be as though you never existed."

The last thing Amelia remembered was the knife going through her chest before she blacked out.