( Updated 4/7/2009 )

“Hey, wait up Toshi!”

A boy of sixteen turned around upon hearing his name, called out by a familiar voice. Toshi smiled and waved his arm in greeting, brushing back some strands of wavy black hair from his face. His friend, Haruko, was sprinting towards him, his backpack bouncing on his wide and bony shoulders. Toshi adjusted his own backpack as his taller friend quickly caught up with him. Haruko’s athletic stride carried him easily; the lanky boy was one of the best basketball players in their school, as well as the most popular. Toshi was less popular, and nowhere near as fit, yet he had never felt overshadowed by these facts. Despite their obvious differences, they shared a strong confidence in themselves, and that was what started their friendship to begin with.

“What’s going on, Haruko?” Toshi asked, turning his blue-eyed gaze back towards the school in the distance. Teenagers were bustling everywhere, as the bell began to ring to signal that classes were starting soon. Toshi and Haruko usually found themselves some of the last students to reach the building, but they knew from experience that they would still make it within seconds of being tardy. Thus, they kept their pace at a steady, unhurried walk.

“Nothin man,” the basketball star replied, showing no signs of exhaustion from his quick sprint. “The bus just dropped me off. I almost slept through my alarm again.”

“You gotta learn to wake up,” Toshi chuckled in disbelief at his friend’s bad habit. “It’s a part of life, you know.”

Haruko waved off his advice, shaking his long mane of brown hair in annoyance. “Come on, spare me your philosophical wisdom,” he groaned. “I can’t stand seeing you so chipper first thing in the morning, it makes me sick.”

Toshi laughed amiably. “You’re just jealous, that’s all!”

As they neared the school and separated for their respective classes, Haruko shouted out to meet up during lunchtime later on. Toshi agreed with a grin, but as he turned away, his expression slowly faded back to the bland disinterest he had felt earlier, while walking up to the school alone. Haruko had given him some distraction, but even that was the same; every morning, he would have a moment’s laugh with his friends before sitting through a dismal day of nothing, learning what other people wanted him to learn, and doing what other people told him to do. It’s always the same, he thought with a sigh, watching the laughing faces that passed him. They traveled in pairs, animated and bright-eyed; others floated by alone, expressionless, with eyes cast slightly to the floor. No one met Toshi’s gaze as he walked by them; he wondered to himself what would happen when those laughing pairs eventually separated, and found themselves surrounded by unfamiliar faces. He wondered how long their momentary distraction would last them, until they felt as empty and purposeless as he did in that moment.

Every day, nothing really changes… does it?

Toshi practically fell into his desk, having made it to class as the last bell tolled- just as he had expected. Ironically, though, the teacher hadn’t made it on time, so Toshi took a moment to catch his breath. He started to unpack his stuff, when he felt a pencil jab his shoulder. Yelping in surprise, he spun around to face his attacker.

“Hey! What the… oh, it’s you Aneko. What’s up?”

The older girl sitting behind him gave him a mischievous smile. “Oh, nothing,” she sighed innocently. “Just felt like hearing you scream is all.” Toshi shook his head and thanked her sarcastically. As he turned around, his face took on a distressed look, and he hoped she didn’t bother him again. Aneko was two years older than he was, yet had stayed back due to suspension and failing. Toshi felt that she secretly had a crush on him; however, Aneko had a crush on most guys in the school, so that meant next to nothing. Toshi tried to avoid her, for she was known to be trouble and was arrested more than once for things like vandalism and drug abuse. Toshi felt it was best to stay away from her, but the problem was that, on top of everything, she was incredibly attractive. She had short, spiky black hair dyed red and purple, framing a strong face with large green eyes, and a figure that never gave room for a second and third look – guys couldn’t get past the first. Although Aneko was usually busy with every other guy, she always found time to flirt with Toshi in the one class they had together.

“Hey, you know of any parties that a girl like me could get wasted at?” Aneko leaned forward to ask over Toshi’s shoulder. He turned around to answer her, lost his voice when he caught a beautiful glimpse of Aneko’s cleavage, and turned around promptly.

“Ahh….no, not really,” he muttered, embarrassed.

“Well I’m sure there’s somethin goin on, it’s almost the weekend and that’s close enough. You got a car, right?” Toshi suddenly pictured Aneko in his mom’s car, and almost shuddered. “Come pick me up, and let’s go crash a party, or hit up some bars! Whadya say kiddo?”

Toshi glanced back at her from the corner of his eye. “I can’t go to bars yet, and I can’t drive drunk. I don’t think your plan is gonna work.”

“I can get into bars,” Aneko assured him, giving him a sly wink. “And I’ll need a designated driver, anyways. You don’t want some creep bringin me back to his place, do you?”
Toshi chuckled in disbelief; despite his show of disinterest, he couldn’t help but admire her lack of boundaries. Not many people were as blunt as Aneko. “I was hoping to find something more productive to do than be your chauffer for the night.” He heard Aneko lean back and pout.

“You’re never any fun, Toshi,” she complained, giving his seat a swift kick. “I bet you’re gonna go home and do your damn homework, while your mom cooks you a nice dinner. When are you gonna friggin’ live a little, huh?”

Toshi said over his shoulder, “I am living. I don’t need to get drunk or high all the time to have fun. It’s not like I’m completely against it, but I’m not a fan of doing it every night.”

Aneko snorted. “Well, neither am I. I’ll give myself a break Monday morning.” Toshi closed his eyes in silent pain, but was spared the argument when the teacher walked into the room. He gratefully got out his pencil and opened his book.

“Okay, class,” the teacher said, somewhat unenthusiastically, as he put down his folders. “Big surprise today; we have a pop-quiz on the relations and differences between cellular respiration and photosynthesis.” A unanimous groan of disgust arose from the students. The teacher ignored it and continued to drone his instructions. “Please put away anything on your desk except for a pencil and paper. Make sure to note on the essay section, it instructs you to explain what makes the balance between the two functions important to our everyday lives, and not just why. Give detailed examples people, I don’t want to see anymore essays like the last time…”

Toshi ignored the teacher; he had received a near-perfect grade on the last essay, so that last remark didn’t apply to him. Toshi always got a good grade, or at least enough so that he passed. He didn’t really care; if he could do the work and not be bothered, then it was fine by him. He sighed as the exam was passed around; Please describe, in a thousand words or less… does that mean I can write it in five words and get a good grade? Damn, I know he’s not a grammar teacher but seriously, can’t he think of a better way to put it?

Toshi couldn’t stand a teacher who wasn’t as smart as him. It made him wonder what he was doing in school to begin with.

Lunch always seemed to come too late; Toshi could feel his stomach protesting its neglect as he made his way to the café. The loud noises and shouts of laughter washed away the blur of monotony that his morning classes were; the small break would be just enough to get him through the rest of the day, until he was free to go back to his real life. He got his food after waiting in line- the sight of the cafeteria meal made his stomach feel slightly worse- then made his way to the usual table. He could see Haruko already chatting with some of their other friends, the animated teen waving his arms around as he told his stories. When he spotted Toshi, a sly grin spread across his face.

“Hey, Toshi! Wouldja look at that!” Toshi followed his friend’s finger, confused, and found his gaze settle on a young female across the café. His breath caught in his throat as he realized who she was.

“Amarante…” he whispered reverently. He caught sight of her face as she turned to smile at a friend, and his heart skipped a beat. Amarante was, in his opinion, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her wavy brown hair seemed to sing whenever it moved. Her beautiful blue eyes were as bright as the sky, and even the sun could not outshine them. Her slender figure moved with such grace in every action that Toshi was convinced she practiced walking in her spare time. She was also an A student, brilliant in everything, top of her class. In short, she was perfect.

She was the one thing he hoped never changed throughout his days.

Toshi stared longingly at her slender hands as they drew pictures in the air while she talked. He watched the back of her head toss as she said something comical, which made her entire table giggle with her. He admired her lean calves that were visible underneath her skirt… that was partly caught in her underwear. At the sight of so much skin, Toshi almost had a heart attack, and his eyes popped out of his head. He completely forgot where he was and walked straight into a pillar in the middle of the café. His food flew everywhere, luckily missing him for the most part. He looked down dismally at his lost lunch, and heard his friends roaring with laughter. Haruko slapped his knee as he cried hysterically over his practical joke. With a sigh, and the whole cafeteria staring at him amusedly, Toshi slumped his shoulders and returned to the food line to get another lunch.

When he finally sat down, his friends had subsided from their amusement, and Amarante’s skirt was pulled down to its regular height. She was sitting now, and seemed a little embarrassed, having overheard the table’s outburst of laughter. Toshi was careful not to make eye contact with her, as he was still blushing, and took his friends’ jests patiently. Then, of course, he sheepishly accepted Haruko’s apology, as it was all in good fun.

“But seriously, dude… you should’ve seen the look on your face!” This brought more laughter from the guys. “Yeah! You looked like you were seeing angels or something! Haha!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” Toshi shouted back playfully. “Because of you bastards I had to pay for another lunch.” Haruko gave him a pitiful ‘awww’, then offered to pay him back for it, but Toshi waved the offer away. “Come on guys, I just wanna eat. I’m starving!”

“Amen to that,” Haruko replied, and they turned their attention to their food.

They hadn’t eaten for more than a minute, when unexpectedly a tall boy slapped Haruko on the back of the head. Surprised, he jumped out of his seat and yelled, “Hey! What the hell was…” Haruko stopped in mid-sentence as he realized it was Goro, the well-known bully of their grade. The usually rambunctious star athlete suddenly seemed to shrink, and his face drained of its heated anger. Although he was about the same height as Goro, the bully was much more heavyset than the scrawny teen, and had a greater tendency to want to hurt people. Behind him were his two lackeys, whose names Toshi could never quite remember. Toshi himself remained seated, watching the event carefully, in case it got out of hand.

Haruko stared at Goro warily, refusing to back down. “What do you want?”

Goro smiled smugly at him, tilting his head upward to take advantage of the extra inch he had on the boy. “Why should I tell you?” he shot back. “If I wanted something I could just take it. I don’t need your permission, dick.”

“Then… then why don’t you?” Haruko braved to ask. Toshi watched in alarm as Goro’s smile grew menacing; that answer had been just what he had wanted to hear. “Well, don’t mind if I do!” He shoved the thin boy back a few feet with one hand, then took a piece of meat off his plate and began to eat it.

“Hey!” Haruko shouted in protest. One of Goro’s lackeys steppd in front of him, daring the athlete to make a move. Everyone at the table sat still, silent and timid, as Goro swallowed his food loudly; when he was done, he made a sour face and threw the rest onto the ground. “That stuff tastes like shit. I don’t know why you’d even want to buy it.” He smirked at Haruko, who stared at his meal on the dirty floor, as if it were his pride lying there instead.

“Food well deserved is said to taste better, you know.”

Goro turned in surprise, not expecting anyone to speak up. Toshi remained in his seat, though he met Goro’s gaze calmly. The bully’s grin slowly returned, as he found a new subject to pick on.

“Is that so, shit-head?” Goro began to circle around the table, and Toshi rose to meet him. The burly punk stood over a foot taller than the young boy, yet Toshi stood his ground unflinching, almost carelessly. The rest of the kids stared in anticipation, wondering how he could be so calm. “I guess you deserved your food, then?” Goro questioned him, leaning right into Toshi’s face. “Maybe I should eat yours instead, since it tastes better.”

“If you owned some money, maybe you could buy your own and not have to pick on other people,” Toshi returned evenly.

Goro’s eye twitched slightly. “Oh, you’re pushin it, boy. I might have to break someone’s nose today.”

Toshi still didn’t back down. He took a breath and readied himself for what he was about to say, knowing that it wouldn’t end pretty. “Goro, I don’t want to fight you. I know you could kick my ass, but more than that, I don’t want to see you throwing your pain onto other people anymore. It would be better for everyone, including yourself. If your past hurts, you can talk to people about it, try to make it better.” At the surprised look on Goro’s face, Toshi continued, “It’s not a secret, people in school know your history. I’m sorry that it hurts, but you can’t take it out on other kids.”

Goro’s face was completely white, now. “What… what did you say?” His neck seemed to be bulging. Toshi took another shaky breath, certain he was about to be crushed, but pushed on anyways.

“I said I’m sorry that it hurts. I don’t blame you for being this way, but you need to stop and think about what you’re doing. The pain you feel from your mother abandoning you can’t be healed by pushing others away; hitting other kids won’t stop your father from hitting you. No matter how much you hurt people, your own pain won’t go away! You know what you’re doing is wrong, so…” Toshi’s words were cut off as Goro grabbed him by the neck. He slammed him back against the pillar and raised him off his feet, so that Toshi was at eye level with him.

“No one talks about my dad like that,” he seethed, uncontrollable rage building behind his eyes. “You’re dead.” He raised a fist behind him, but quickly forgot it as his eyes caught something. A teacher strolled by, noticing Goro out of the corner of his eye, just as the bully dropped Toshi back to the ground. He stopped and stared at them in concern.

“Goro, what’s going on?” he inquired. He looked Toshi up and down, seeing if any harm was done.

“Uh, nothing sir. We were just talking, is all.” He put his hands in his pocket and tried to look convincing. The teacher looked him up and down, thoroughly unconvinced. “Toshi? Is this true?”

Goro looked at Toshi, half in alarm and half in plea. For a moment, the boy wondered why he even bothered interacting with someone like him; the bully was completely senseless. One minute, Goro had been reveling in seeing someone at his complete mercy, and the next he was practically begging for it. Toshi couldn’t help but realize why the bully looked so afraid; Of course you don’t want me to tell the truth, because then the school would call your father again… and then you won’t be able to sit at your desk, or the dining tables, or anywhere else for a week, again. But you won’t learn, you won’t stop hurting people just to eventually hurt yourself. You’ll never tell yourself the truth. You’ll just keep repeating your mistakes, again and again and again… Toshi straightened out his shirt and replied, “Yes sir. I was letting him borrow some money for lunch. Nothing to worry about.” He pulled out two dollars to prove his point. The teacher looked at them suspiciously, but shrugged his shoulders and said, “Alright, then.” As he walked away, Goro stopped holding his breath and turned to Toshi, still holding the money. There was only a trace of the crushing fear that had flooded his eyes; he snorted loudly and strode away, swinging his arms unnecessarily far. His two lackeys ran after him, giving confused glances towards Toshi’s money as if to ask, “Why didn’t you take it, dude?”

As Toshi let his own breath out, and returned to his seat, Haruko leaned across the table towards him. “Toshi, are you insane? You could’ve been smashed!” Toshi just shrugged his shoulders. The rest of the table suddenly burst into a small applause for him, and the kids began laughing again as the tension eased, and they could joke about the close call. Haruko shook his head in admiration, neither laughing or at ease; he was aware of how close Toshi had come to getting hurt just to prove his point, and his tight-lipped smile said so. “You really are insane, huh? I gotta hand it to you, though, that was some cool shit you pulled. It’s about time someone put Goro in his place, and you did it without any hostility at all. You’re like Jesus, or a little Buddha.”

Toshi smiled as he continued eating. “Forgiveness is the most powerful tool one can have against one’s enemy.”

“Toshi!”

The young boy looked around, puzzled. This time, the voice that had called out his name was an unfamiliar one. It sounded as if whoever had said it was right next to him, too. He caught the eye of a passing girl, one of the only people near him; she looked at him as if he had two heads before continuing down the path. Toshi rubbed his neck, confused; no one else seemed to be paying attention to him. He paused a moment longer, wondering if he was hearing things; eventually he shook his head clear and kept moving

School had finally ended, and Toshi was beginning to realize he felt a little sick. He had been getting lightheaded, and kept thinking he heard someone talk when no one was. He felt his forehead, though he couldn’t tell if he had a fever. As he left the school building he decided to head home, instead of go out with his friends.

He headed down the sidewalk towards a cluster of trees. There was a dirt road there he used as a shortcut to home; it took about ten minutes less than going around the block. More than that, though, Toshi preferred the soft echo of the woods than the cluster of noise that downtown was. If his headache got any worse, the honking cars and annoying music that always played at the barbershop wouldn’t help his situation. Out of the corner of his eyes, Toshi caught sight of Hakuro and some other kids across the yard, laughing and enjoying each others company; he decided not to call to them. They would just try to convince him to go to the mall or something, which he didn’t feel like doing. So, Toshi stepped onto the dirt path and began his walk home.

The sooner he could get back, the sooner he could lie down and get rid of this headache, and that fact made Toshi walk a little faster. The throbbing was gradually getting worse, and he knew something was coming on. Great, this is all I need, he complained to no one. Toshi hoped his parents would leave him alone when he got back; he already knew that wouldn’t be the case. Even his headache wouldn’t serve as an excuse. His mother would ask why him and his father had argued the night before, and he’d have to explain how he nearly failed one of his exams, and that Dad wouldn’t stand for it. Toshi would have to explain how he was ‘unmotivated’, and didn’t care about his grades; although he was angry at his father for pointing these things out, he couldn’t deny that they were true. Toshi had always known he was unmotivated by school, by the lifeless sacks of skin and bones his professors were, recycling their knowledge to younger generations without any sense of importance or purpose. They act like this is all so crucial, so important; how has it helped any of their lives? How is it going to help me? How has it given them a sense of a bigger purpose, of contributing to our world?

Dad, the school counselors… they all say I need to look at the overall scheme of things, the ‘big picture’. They never understood it when I’d tell them life can’t be compared to a picture… you can’t put it in a frame.

It’s none of his business, anyways. Dad’s done with school, he’s head of a company. He has to deal with something new every day there; he doesn’t go through this monotonous bullshit. It’s not like I get the worst grades in the school… why can’t everyone just leave me alone?

The sun filtered through the tree leaves like golden water. Although Toshi normally loved to feel the sun on his face, each ray that caught his eye seemed to explode inside his head. He winced against the light and tried to focus on the ground; it seemed harder for him to walk, like the dirt was turning into jell. He put his hand up against a tree for support, concern taking over him as he realized that, whatever he was sick with, it was getting serious.

“Let go!” a voice suddenly shouted. Toshi jumped back from the tree he leaned on, thinking it had been the one to speak. He glared at the wooden giant for a cautious moment, wondering if he was losing his mind. He looked around, confused, as he heard it again, fainter. Let go… let go… He groaned as his headache grew worse, and he began to jog to get home faster. He didn’t know what else to do; something wasn’t right with him. Even as he picked up his pace, though, that strange voice followed him, continuing to whisper inside his mind, all around him.

Let go… let me in… come back… Toshi shook his head, trying to make his eyes work. Come back to me… where are you?...
“Leave me alone!” Toshi shouted to no one. He dropped to his knees, cradling his head in his hands. There was a growing reverberation in his skull, like his brain was about to burst; Toshi groaned as he felt the earth underneath him spinning uncontrollably. He put one hand down to support himself, and grabbed nothing but air.

Surprised, he looked down, and found himself staring at a steep drop– it was the old sewer line that ran through the woods. The depth of the ravine dizzied Toshi, and he suddenly lost his balance. His eyes widened in fear as he felt himself tilting, and he grabbed at the grass and dirt desperately. He felt the delicate blades break in his hand, and Toshi screamed as he tumbled over the edge. He hit the side of the ravine hard and slid down the dirt and rocks, tumbling quickly and losing his sense of direction. The last thing he saw was a tree stump zooming towards him, then he blacked out.

Toshi felt the darkness of unconsciousness fade, only to reveal the darkness of night. He picked his head up slightly, frightened by how long he had been knocked out; he immediately cried out when he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He tried to stand up more carefully, holding one hand to the back of his head. His concern heightened as he felt dried blood matting his hair. He pushed himself up, and realized he was still next to the tree stump that had broken his fall painfully. If his headache was bad before, now it was overly nauseating.

Toshi looked around, wondering which way he had fallen. The stump was almost in the middle of the two sides, making it hard to tell which way was which. Toshi held back his despair, gritting his teeth a little, and picked a random direction. The woods were not that big, and he knew sooner or later he would reach a street or house.

After the first few steps of pain, Toshi realized his ankle was also twisted, and had swelled to fill up his shoe uncomfortably. Toshi swore to himself, and tried to keep most of his weight on his other leg. His entire body ached, feeling like it was cut and bruised all over. Toshi clenched his jaw and forced himself to keep walking, wondering why this day had to be so difficult.

At first he thought it was just his eyes adjusting, but after a bit, he realized that the ravine was strangely getting lighter by the second. Toshi instinctively looked up into the sky, puzzled, and saw a small blue light shining over him, like an unusually close star. As he watched it curiously, a faint whistle began to rise, growing louder and louder as the light grew brighter and brighter. When Toshi realized it was heading straight for him, he spun around and ran as fast as his injured body would move. The whistle turned into a deafening shriek, and a white light surrounded Toshi. As an explosion rocked the ground beneath him, he felt himself being lifted into the air and flung a couple of yards. He cried out as his feet left the dirt; the sound was cut as he crashed back down, luckily landing on a somewhat soft piece of ground. Toshi curled himself into a ball as chunks of rock and dirt rained down on him.

When the chaos subsided, the terrified boy lifted his head up, shocked to find himself in one piece. Debris fell from his shoulders as he turned over, and found that a small crater had been blasted into the ground, a trail of smoke rising from it. He stared a few minutes at it, his senses still numb from the strange series of events. Finally, he lifted himself to his hands and knees and began to crawl over to the hole cautiously. Toshi wondered vaguely if it could have been a meteor. He knew though, that if it had been one, he’d be dead right now.

The smoke had begun to clear away by the time he reached the edge of the crater. It looked to be about six feet in diameter, and strangely wasn’t hot to touch. He waved away some of the extra smoke and peered into the middle, looking for the object that had caused it. His eyes caught a hint of something white, and Toshi reached into the hole. He touched the white point briefly, testing to see if it was hot, but to his surprise it was the opposite. The tip of his finger felt numb from the icy-cold metal. He cleared away some of the dirt, and lifted the strange item from the crater, ignoring the chilling cold that emanated from it.

When he had uncovered the strange object completely, Toshi couldn’t believe his eyes.

The thing he held in his hand appeared to be some sort of armored glove, of all things. It was crafted from some white material, like a mixture of bone and metal. It curved in sinewy shapes, and at each end twisted into a sharp spike. The fingers were similarly spiked and edged, overlapping at the joints. A deep blue gem sat on the back of the hand, surrounded by vein-like designs. Toshi stared at the exotic object, and he got a strange feeling that it might be at least a little organic. The smoothness and textures of the thing made it look almost alive… and not all of it was so metallic.

Toshi turned the thing around and around, inspecting it from all angles, forgetting for a moment that his mind and body were supposed to be in pain. He looked into the armhole, seeing small spiny objects, like fine hairs, inside. It looked moist; Toshi was convinced this was some kind of alien artifact. He turned the glove back around, looking over the hand part. The deep blue gem in the middle shone brilliantly, and he wondered how much it could be worth. The terror he had felt began to give way to excitement, as he realized he had made the discovery of the century. No… he admitted to himself. This might be the greatest event in history. He traced a finger over the gem curiously, his eyes shining with wonder. As he did so, the gem suddenly turned yellow, and a black slit opened up in the middle. Toshi felt his heart leap- Did I activate it? What is it?? Then, the black slit began to shift side to side, as if it were… searching. It appeared to blink, then settled its alien eye on Toshi.

Toshi cried out and tried to drop the creature, but it reacted much faster. The armhole suddenly stretched wider and swallowed his hand, attaching itself to his arm securely. Toshi’s skin burned as he felt the tiny fibers inside stab through his skin, right down into his bones. The glove began to give off a white and yellow vapor; Toshi desperately grabbed the thing and tried to force it off, but it only made his pain greater. The steam began to turn into a glow, and the light surrounded Toshi, who screamed for help as the humming noise returned. Eventually, it rose to such a pitch that Toshi couldn’t hear his own terror anymore.

Instead, he heard that voice again; it spoke from inside his own head.

I’ve found you…

Toshi screamed as his body was ripped apart, atom by atom.

Eventually, his eyes fluttered open. Toshi instantly closed them again as he felt sand scratch against his face. He lifted himself up a little and looked down in puzzlement. Sand? He thought. Why am I in sand? He noticed the glove was still on his hand; the gem was a deep blue again, and there was no sign of the alien eye. For a second the boy struggled between the two mysteries, then finally raised his head to see where he was.

For as far as his eyes could see, sand and brown rocks covered the area. He was in the middle of a desert.

Toshi looked around frantically. There was not a single building or person in sight. He felt panic rising in him again, giving him no time to question what had just occurred. He stood up, limping a little as he was reminded of his twisted ankle. He ignored it and continued to search the area, looking for anyone or anything.

“Hello!?” he cried out. “Is anybody there!?” His echo was the only thing that responded to him. He felt tears begin to rise, and a greater terror than he had ever felt took over him.

“Hello!?” he screamed to no one. “Haruko! Mom! Dad! ANYBODY!”

“WHERE AM I!!??!!”