A/N: I would recommend putting the video on loop since it is short. 

Lucian arrived in your room before setting you down on your bed. He waved his hand over you, removing the dirt and blood from your clothes. When finished, he grabbed a mahogany chair from the left side of the room and brought it over to your bedside. By now it was dark outside and the moon shone through the window, illuminating your sleeping form. Pushing a strand of your (h/c) hair behind your right ear, he stared at you with a worried gaze. He could tell that something was off and that you weren't merely just asleep.

Physically you looked fine, but your mental state was another matter. You were muttering incoherent phrases and your eyes moved back and forth under your closed eyelids. The signs showed him that you were having an non-peaceful dream. Glancing at your bracelet, Lucian breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was trying to contact you again in your sleep. Resting his left hand on your forehead, he tried to ease your mind, but he could tell that his attempts weren't working.

His own mind was tormenting him. What had happened in that canyon, what caused your current condition? If only he could've gone past the barrier with you, rather than wait behind it and let you face the terrors of the other side all by yourself. Tightening his hands around your right hand, he prayed that you would be alright. He couldn't lose another person close to him, and he feared that whatever was plaguing your mind might take you away from him. Thus he got out of the chair and onto the bed with you. Pulling you onto his lap, he secured his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder before falling asleep himself.

When he awoke, he found you still asleep. Sighing, he got off of the bed and attended to his morning matters before returning to your side. You were still asleep, making him pace the room back and forth. After five minutes of this, he went over to you and tried to shake you awake, yet you stayed unconscious, still muttering incomprehensible words. Backing away from you with concern filled eyes; he decided to go to his potions room.

He worked with Pastel, trying several potions that he thought would aid you in waking up, but none of them worked. As four then seven days passed, his frustration grew. You were still alive, but in a state of endless sleep. Your mutterings only irritated him more due to that fact that he couldn't understand anything. Each day he would cast various spells to keep your body in a healthy state, but he was growing with intense worry and anger.

Angrily on the eighth day, he went into his potions room and made one last attempt at making a successful potion. When it failed, his hand froze, allowing the glass bottle to fall to ground. It broke into multiple shards, which scattered over the floor of your room. Fury seized him, causing him to throw the mahogany chair across the room, smashing it in the process. Storming out of your room, he left the mansion, having to attend a council meeting. His mind was at wit's end and all he wanted to do was murder the entire council, yet he couldn't do even that.

On the other hand, you had no idea that time was passing by so quickly. You were more concerned with seeing your best friend before you. Not being able to say anything, you just stood in shock. Hannah was standing before you. Furthermore, she remembered you, meaning that this must be some weird dream world. Lucian stated that he had erased their memories and you knew that he was the telling the truth. Thus this couldn't be reality; however you were still happy that you could see her. The only thing that worried you was her greeting. How could she be expecting you? Furthermore, her voice sounded a little off, but her comforting smile pushed that thought out of your mind.

She signaled you to sit down on one of the mint green armchairs. Complying, you watched as she set down the tea, offering you a cup. Taking it, you thanked her, as she took her own cup. The bone china cup had delicate pink flowers covering it, while a silver trim decorated the beautiful tea cup. When the beverage hit your tongue, a soft smile graced your lips. Memories of how you used to sit in this room and study over worrying exams filled your mind. Hannah and you would almost never actually study, but end up just playing Mario Kart on her Wii with you always scoring first place.

"____, you shouldn't have just kept Annalisa and I waiting like that. We had to get frozen yogurt without you".

Again her words surprised you. They were so specific that it made you think you weren't in a dream. Could Lucian's magic have failed and they only pretended to forget, yet if that were the case why hadn't they tried to come and get you? It didn't make any sense. If this were a dream, why did if feel so real? Moreover, why did Hannah have a slight difference in her voice?

Hesitantly, you asked, "Hannah how were you expecting me? What's going on?".

"What do you mean? _____, stop joking with me. Of course I was expecting you. After you ditched Annalisa and me, I knew that you would show up sooner or later. You always did like my tea, so I knew you would come back. Now tell me why you ditched us".

Her words stung you. You hadn't 'ditched' them, they were the ones who were going to leave you behind if you didn't enter Lucian's mansion with them. Even if you were dreaming, you still felt hurt. It was like your own mind was working against you, trying to make you feel guilty for ever leading your friends to the mansion. Lucian would've eventually chased after you if you hadn't gone into his mansion willingly. You were the one who cast aside the last day of your school year into oblivion, you were the one who decided to spend the last day with your friends in a sorcerer's mansion where they would forever lose their memories of you. Thus you found yourself unable to counter her statement.

"Sorry, I guess I really just didn't want frozen yogurt," you said, realizing how stupid your statement sounded.

"I see, you know I'm not going to buy that excuse ____, though if you don't want to tell me that's fine to. We all have our secrets".

"Thanks for understanding Hannah" you said, staring into your cup of tea.

She nodded before replying, " Of course, though I expect a favor out of you, since you ditched me".

"What is it?" you questioned, seeing something odd flash through her eyes, like they had almost changed color for a moment.

Likewise, you thought it odd that Hannah was asking a favor of you. She never did such a thing; she would always forgive you before ruffling your hair a bit. Thus you waited to see what favor she had to ask of you, curious as to what words would leave her mouth.

"Come with me to Annalisa's house and stay there with us. She'll be happy to see you".

"Why would we need to stay at her house? Surely you mean just visit, since we have homes of our own".

Something was definitely off with her. Your suspicion was confirmed when you saw her hands grip the teacup tightly in the palm of your hands until it broke in her hands. The pieces of glass dug into her skin while others collided with the floor below. She didn't even seem bothered by the fact that there was glass in her hands while her own blood dripped from her hands. Moreover, the carnations in the vase were starting to slowly die and turn grey, as if the illusion of this being Hannah's home was fading.

"No, I mean stay there. Her house was always the nicest, wouldn't you agree _____? Now tell me that you'll do this favor for me".

You only looked at her with worry ridden eyes.

Setting down your teacup, you stated, "Hannah your hands are bleeding and you're showing no concern over your wounds. What's wrong and why are you suddenly asking a favor of me? You've never done that before".

This seemed to trigger something in her. Quickly, she grabbed some napkins from the tray and wiped away the blood on her hands after pulling out the glass pieces.

"I'm sorry, ____; I just haven't seen you in awhile and I was so worried. Please, let's just go see Annalisa".

Her sudden change in attitude only worried you more, but your worry was soon being replaced with fear. This was definitely not Hannah; she would never change her personality so drastically. Getting out of the armchair, you merely thanked her for the tea before stating that you had to leave. When you stated that you were leaving, her eyes narrowed while an ominous aura surrounded her.

"Oh, but you must come ____, or do you not want to visit your friend?".

"I'm sorry, but I must go".

Quickly, you went for the doorknob and threw the door open, running back onto the fog covered road. Hannah walked out of her house following you. Her light blue tennis shoes made little to no sound, as she exited the house and came onto the street. By this point she wore a frightening grin on her face, as she kept calling out after you. Seeing this twisted form of friend, you wanted nothing more than to get out of this weird dream-like world. You didn't want to remember your friend as some psychotic individual; you desired to remember her like she was before you came to Lucian's mansion. As you ran down the street with Hannah following you, you wondered why you had to keep being tortured with twisted representations of your friends.