It was wrong. It was impossible, you shouldn't. You wouldn't dare. You couldn't. Why were you there? Sunny thought he had escaped, created an imaginary world that when he slept, he would go there, so he wouldn't have to face reality, so he wouldn't have to face you. You knew. You always knew.

You saw it. You didn't run away like Basil, you stayed, and that was what made Sunny go crazy. You knew what he did. Mari's death wasn't an accident, no. It was Sunny. It had always been Sunny. It bothered him deeply, why were you there? Why? He had to keep his sanity. No matter what happened, Sunny couldn't freak out - he couldn't! He couldn't go crazy!

He looked at your innocent face, smiling at him. He was walking with Kel and Aubrey, but in the middle of the walk, he saw you from behind, recognizing your different colored, spiky hair. He knew immediately. Kel and Aubrey acted indifferent to Sunny's panic, but he soon calmed down. He couldn't freak out, not here, not now.

Opening his mouth to speak, nothing came out. A weak grunt escaped him and he closed his mouth immediately, his hands forming into fists. This wasn't what he planned to happen in his dreams.