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Here it is! You all begged for it. Pleading desperately for me to continue it, and so I shall! You're quite lucky actually, it was actually going to stay a one-shot till the end of time, but an idea struck me, and I had to write it. You are welcome.

Normally I go over and edit this a couple times before posting but nah. If you see a mistake or typo or something just tell me.

P.S. for fanfiction . net readers: I'd advise you to re-read chapter one if you already read it, I re-wrote it and added some stuff.

He had felt it.

The crash.

Had he not been in such a hurry, maybe he would've driven straight into traffic, grumbling instead about how it'd be late when he'd get home. Maybe he might've called up Rin to tell her he wouldn't be back for a while. Maybe he would've been alive.

And yet he wouldn't be doing any of that.

His ears were filled with the sound of breaking glass, of screeching tires, of loud screams, the last sounds he would hear for a while.

Now he heard nothing, floating along in dark silence in the abyss that he assumed was his mind. It wasn't as if he couldn't hear anything at all, it was just that everything was muffled, a dull buzz in his ears, enough to lull him to sleep, and yet, he didn't feel tired, or awake for that fact. For now, he felt nothing, and it felt right to feel nothing.

It had been a while since he felt this at peace, and although he would love to selfishly endure this bliss forever, he knew that Rin was probably worried sick. Len chuckled; his thoughts always seemed to root back to his twin. It was almost like they were one mind sometimes. Even in his present state, where everything was forgotten, he managed to remember Rin.

In the meantime, he realized he would probably be staying in this black paradise for a while, and while unsettling, he had come to accept his fate. He had probably been here for hours already, and nothing seemed to change, other than the sounds he heard.

Before he had heard screaming people and broken glass flying past his ears. Now he could hear beeping, and different voices. They were calmer, but urgent. He couldn't make out words, but listening to them let him hold his grip on sanity.

Soon he found himself drifting off to sleep, or maybe a different part of his subconscious, he wasn't really sure. But he knew that when he opened his eyes, things were no longer black.

Len found himself in a bedroom. It wasn't his bedroom. In fact, he had never seen this place in his life. He couldn't figure out how he got there, or when, or why he was there, but he was undeniably in a person's bedroom. The thought sent him into a state of panic, ripping the sheets off the bed as he ran to the door.

It was locked.

Not only was he in some unfamiliar place, but he was stuck there. He pounded on the door, pleading for someone to get him out.

He gave up after there was no immediate response. He could only sit with his back against the door, staring out of the window he just seemed to notice. It looked mid-day, with the sun already hanging in the clear blue sky. Len walked up to the window to see if he could leave from there, only to find he was several stories up in the air, and the jump would definitely kill him. He attempted to open the window anyway, only to find it locked as well. He sighed, climbing onto the bed again, not sure what to do with himself.

He observed the walls, a relaxing ocean blue; they were bare, and soon his attention was diverted to the dressers.

In his haste he had failed to see all the things on the dresser, including framed photos. He grabbed one from the nightstand; it had a man and a woman in it. The man had short blue hair and blue eyes, a faint smile adorning his face, his arm around the woman's shoulders. The woman had flowing pink hair with clear blue eyes. Although it was small, her smile made her eyes sparkle. They were enchanting. As he looked around he could see many pictures of the two. They were both smiling in each of them.