A peal of thunder rouses you from your slumber. Glancing at the clock, it’s several hours before you’d normally be up. Outside there seems to be a horrendous thunderstorm rolling through. Thunder, lightning, rain, wind, the works. You contemplate just going back to sleep, but while you’re thinking another loud crack of thunder shakes such notions from your head.

You look out your window and see that it’s coming down so hard that it’s impossible to even see over to Mokou’s window. Man, where the hell did this storm come from? For as hard as it’s raging you had no idea that it was even coming.

Swinging your legs off the side of the bed, you sit up. Your head swims slightly from your sudden motion and grogginess from having just woken up. Ugh. What a way to start the day. Unsteadily you lurch to your feet and stumble across the room. A quick shake of your head fails to clear the fog as you stumble over to your desk. Using it as a balance you look down at it, breathing slightly hard. You really shouldn’t be this groggy, but for some reason you can’t really seem to focus. Staring at the surface of your desk, however, suddenly snaps you to attention. Your cell phone isn’t there. It’s not on the floor around the desk either, as rapid search reveals. About this time you also note that your bedroom door isn’t shut tight. Someone must have come in during the night and taken your phone? But why would someone do something like that? There’s no real reason to ta. . . Marisa. But why would she take it? Damn. It’s too early in the morning for all of this. You can’t really think straight. Or walk straight for that matter. You attempt to cross the floor to your door, but fail miserably. As you fall to the floor the world around you seems to grow distant. . .

It’s morning. Sunlight streams through your window. Today’s your first day of school! Your mother comes into the room and sees that you’re already awake.

“Oh? So you’re awake already! What a big boy you are!” The woman smiles at you. For some reason, her face seems hazy, you can’t quite make out the features. However, you nod to this woman.

“Uh-huh! I’m a big boy now mama! I’m goin to school!” You grin broadly.

“Well then, does my big boy want to get dressed himself today?” The woman’s outline gets more and more hazy the longer this goes on. It’s scaring you deep inside, but outwardly you don’t seem to be phased by this in the slightest.

From somewhere far away you hear the faint sound of someone calling you. Unable to make out their voice you simply get out of bed and get dressed in the uniform that this fading woman is handing to you. You want to scream, you want to stop this, you want to know what’s going on, but you can’t control your actions it seems.

The woman who was handing you clothing seems to have completely disappeared. You toddle out into the hall, only to find it to be a vast expanse of doors, leading off in two separate directions. Behind you the door slams shut. You look around, growing more and more terrified by the moment. This place isn’t right, this isn’t somewhere you should be. Glancing back and forth between the two hallways that you find yourself in the junction of, a voice behind you starts to speak.

“You shouldn’t be here!” the voice admonishes.

Turning quickly, you see a blonde woman, dressed in a bizarre outfit.

“It’s time for you to go away.” The woman waves her broom at you and you find yourself falling. You feel like you hit the ground with a resounding thud. Instinctively you sit bolt upright.

And now you’re looking at four very worried faces. Mystia, Cirno, Wriggle, and Rumia all are looking at you with great concern. Your body feels heavy, much like you’d just run a marathon, you seem to have been sweating profusely as well. Your head wavers, and you feel yourself swooning again, but Mystia keeps you from falling.

“B. . . Brother! What’s wrong?” The concern is evident in her voice.

Your head is swimming, but with your sisters here you feel slightly better for some reason. After few worried moments of assuring your sisters that you’re alright, your head starts to clear, and your body seems to come back under your control. You have no idea what the hell just happened, but you see no reason to worry your sisters about it. Reassuring them a final time, you manage to stand up. You’re a bit wobbly, but other than that, you feel much better now.

After several placations later, your sisters finally retreat to their rooms. The storm outside is still raging. Glancing over at the clock it seems that this whole event has transpired in less than half an hour. Bizarre. . . It seemed like so much longer than that. Trying to think back on what happened only serves to make you feel woozy again, and results in nothing but a fuzzy memory of a hallway or something. Maybe you were getting dressed. You have to stop this before you fall down again. You don’t want to go through that whole mess again. Glancing at your desk, you see that your cell phone is missing. Wait, Didn’t you notice that already? And again the wooziness returns. Thinking back to this morning seems to trigger it. Not good. But still, you wonder absently, who would have taken your phone.

[ ] Worry about it now.
[ ] Worry about it later.