Grains of sand across his sunstroked face is all he can remember. Sprawled on his chest and unable to lift himself, surrounded by time-silenced machines and darkness, loneliness is his only companion. Perhaps fear would be too, if his physical condition wasn't so poor. Ferocious winds, blazing heat, and sand...all run through his mind. The storm had been a harsh one, springing out from out of nowhere as he was trailing the Aveh desert, searching for his Angel of Life...or Death...A question that he has yet to find an answer to. His attempt to try and brave the storm had cost him, making him loose his compass and end up lost. For days he had roamed the sea of sand as the sun took its toll on him, draining his energy as time progressed and eventually...leading to his collapse. He doesn't remember how long he's been out cold, nor how he got to where he is. Why was he dragged back, to a place he dislikes? A place he seems to always end up, no matter what, as if fate was laughing and taunting him? It doesn't matter. Soon, he will loose whatever small reserves of energy he has, and the darkness will seem like home to him...He does however, manage to whisper a small plea through his weak lips, "...Sara..."