The house was empty, warm, inviting, studded here and there with little artifacts of life; a book laid out over the arm of a chair, a blanket carelessly thrown aside, dirty dishes in the sink. But no Yuui. Fai wandered further in, and that's where he saw the figure under the tree, in the garden, their garden.

"Yuui," Fai breathed, though he meant to shout it, to run forward and hold him, but something checked his mad dash before it had properly taken hold; that sad smile, the shoulders stooped as if to ward off the reality. Something was wrong...

No, Fai understood, of course. Everything was wrong, they'd been separated again, hadn't they?

Quietly, he padded across the grass, blindly kicking off his shoes, and bent his head to look up at Yuui from below. Gently, gently, a small hand came up to cover his twin's, and Fai tried a smile.

"Yuui?" Please wake up, now. I need you, "I'm here now."