Author's Note: A lot has happened since this story's apparently vanishing from the interwebs. Around this time, I found someone who loved me for who I was. Just like my first boyfriend, who committed suicide many years ago. I became so involved with our sudden love I had forgotten this website even existed. Which I deeply apologize for. A few months back, I had been wanting to write again. However, this August, my second boyfriend died in a car accident. I have been experiencing the same pain and horror for a second time and could not handle it. I hope that with this story, someone can escape their everyday lives and remember the joy of finding new adventures and reading new things because life is dark. Life is awful. But there are ways to escape it. Writing and reading are my ways. Is it yours? So, without further ado or sob story, I present to you the next chapter of "Life on Who's Couch?". I hope you enjoy it.

There is a certain sense of relieved excitement when planning an escape from the clutches of evil scientists.

Mokuba has been coming into my room lately to bring me food and sometimes the current newspaper if he can sneak it past the others.

I was counting the red dots bordering the ceiling of my current room again as I heard the familiar sound of the two hard knocks following a soft knock.

"What day is it?" I inquired in our everyday ritual.

Mokuba smiled. "Another month has passed. It's December 23, 2018."

I tensed. Only for a second, though, since time passing without my knowledge has become a familiar occurrence.

"Ah, it's been 5 years."

Sensing the defeated tone in my voice, Mokuba opened the door cautiously holding a tray of food and a stack of what seemed to be…pictures.

"Joey, I…brought you something. They're pictures. Of your friends."

I gasped and rushed to him, grabbing the pictures.

I ignored the food on the tray.

Bringing my hand to my mouth, covering the quivering mess unraveling at the bright, smiling faces of my friends.

Mokuba had to point a few friends out; they had changed so much.

"Yugi straightened his hair and has been traveling to and from Egypt. Tea is actually waitressing right now, but has a promising career in modeling and a few dance positions at a studio in New York. That's all I could find right now. I hope you don't mind.

Words failed me as I wiped away the glimmering tears cascading down my face.

"Joey, I will get you out. I know it seems hopeless right now, but I will get you out."

Hugging my knees close to me I focused my attention to a corner of the room and waited for Mokuba's plan for action.

Mokuba seemed quiet, but soon spoke with a serious tone. A Kaiba tone.

"Joey. You have to kill my brother."