Author's Note: And here we are with the conclusion of Tino and Irene's little abandoned church adventure. I just had to finish it. I like how it turned out. I think I will come back to the past lives of the countries again sometime later in the next season. Speaking of which, I don't know what I am doing next week, but I will have something special for the Wonderland series next Monday. Look out for that. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Thirty-One: Tuonela:

He couldn't have been no more than eighteen in 1987. At the time, he was in another episode. Even his actions didn't make sense to him. There was a really bad snowstorm last night. He shouldn't have been out there. They didn't stop him that time. Maybe because they gave up on him. He just walked out and came all the way out here to this church.

"Tino? Tino? Tino!"

The Finnish man looked up when he felt Irene shaking him on the arm. She frowned at him.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Tino shook his head.

"No," he said, trembling. "No. No. No. No!" The Finnish man began backing up. The past and the present blended together. Tino shook his head.

"I can't be here," he said in a whisper. "I can't be here. I can't be here." The Finnish man broke down, trembling.

"Tino, what's wrong? What are you talking about?" Irene asked.

"I've been here before," he said. He sank down to his knees.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Her voice sounded so distant. His mind went back to the eighties.

There was no one at that church back then either. Nobody remembers when or why it was about abandoned. Everyone just left it alone. Maybe that was why he came there in the first place. Usually, he would go there in the middle of winter. However, the doors were locked that night. He was too weak to open them. The doors might have been frozen shut that year. He sank to his knees. Was he crying then? He couldn't tell. His tears might have been frozen to his cheeks.

He wasn't in his right mind at the time. Otherwise, he would've remembered that the back doors still worked. He would've gotten inside for the night. But instead, he lay down in the snow and just waited to die. They wouldn't find his body until three days later.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Irene grabbed him by the arm. Tino whipped his head around. His friend looked really worried.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked. He gave her a blank stare.

"I… I don't know," he said.

"Maybe we should get out of here," Irene said. "I'll come back on my own later."

"No!" Tino shouted. He shook his head.

"It's fine," Irene said. She pulled him up to his feet. Tino was trembling. He started replaying all of his old memories in his head.

"Listen," his friend said. "We need to get you out of here. I can come back alone to write the article. I'm so sorry I dragged you into this." Irene started to pull him toward the back door. Tino seemed to pull away from her.

"Tino?" Irene asked. He found himself going further into the church.

"What are you doing?" she asked. Her voice sounded distant again. Tino's mind went deeper into his past.

"This was where I died."

"What are you talking about? You're still alive!"

The Finnish man froze. He's heard that before. But who said that? Tino turned his head. Irene wasn't standing there anymore. He sees someone else. It's the same face but not her.

Ah yes, her.

He doesn't remember anything else about her. There was a name. But he couldn't remember it. He couldn't remember what the rest of her looked like. He couldn't remember how she was related to him. All he remembered was her face and her words.

"You're still alive."

She sounded so convincing when she said that. He could only picture how heartbroken when they found his body.

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder. Tino didn't turn around.

"Tino, come on! Snap out of it!" Irene kept pulling on his arm. When did he get so heavy?

"Tino! Tino!" The journalist whirled him around to face her.

Smack!

Her hand connected with his cheek. The Finnish man gave her a blank stare. Irene looked like she was about to cry.

"Listen to me!" she said. "You have to snap out of it! You didn't die here! You're still alive! I'm still alive! We are still here and we are alive!" Tino stared at her with no emotion on his face. Something about her words seemed to wake up something deep inside of him.

"Say it again," he said. Irene locked eyes with him.

"You're still alive," she said.

"Say it again," Tino pleaded. "Please! Say it again!"

"You're still alive!" Irene shouted. "We're both still alive!" She squeezed his hands.

"We are still alive!" she shouted. Her words reached deep into his head. He held her hands as he came to reality.

"You're right. You're right," he said. "We are alive."

"Yes," Irene said, nodding. Suddenly, Tino's phone rang. He looked down at his pocket.

"Are you going to answer that?" Irene asked.

"Hm? Oh," the Finnish man said. He reached into his pocket.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Tino?" a deep Swedish voice asked on the other line. The Finnish man froze for a moment.

"Berwald?" he asked. Irene lifted her head.

"Where are you? I've been trying to call you," the Swedish man said.

"Um… I was on a hike with a friend," Tino said. "We're heading back now."

"Okay," Berwald said. "I am coming to pick you up."

"Oh, no, no, no!" Tino said, shaking his head as fast as he could. "It's fine. We'll take the bus back. You don't have to pick us up!"

"Are you sure?" the Swedish man asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Tino said. "We're going to be fine." There was a long pause.

"Okay," was all Berwald said. He hung up before the Finnish man could say another word. He stared at his phone as his stomach turned.

"You know Berwald?" Irene asked behind him. The Finnish man turned around to see a nervous look on the journalist's face.

"Yeah…" he said. Both of them stood quiet for a moment. Irene cleared her throat.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asked.

"Yes, please!" Tino was quick to stay. The pair turned and ran out of that abandoned church. Tino still couldn't get those old memories out of his head. That was one issue that was going to have to remain unresolved for the time being.

Sometime later, Irene and Tino found Berwald waiting for them at the bus stop. For once, they looked happy to see him.