'Skid, went her wicker sandals across the pavement, as she turned her body ever so slightly to regain proper composer, jerk, scrape, went her sword as she realeased it from it's sheath, "Why?" she asked, clang, cling, clang, went the blade inside her sword, the only thing keeping the timid metal in tact being the hilt, "Why? Lil' Shiro?" she asked, her hands still trembeling with rage, sorrow and confusion, the tears rolling down her face began to stream, "WHY?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Ah, oh," Momo awoke from the nightmarish memory, her hands trembeling, her eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep, and her breath unregulated, she allowed herself to fall back on tje plush of the bed, 'How long as this been going on?' she asked herself, 'Just how long has it been since I've slept without awakening from this nightmare? How long?" she woundered, it was n use trieing to sleep anymore, she was wide awake, she sighed loudly, 'I miss Toshiro! Wounder wen he's coming back?' she self questioned, 'I need him! No! Wat am I saying?! If I told him about these nightmares, he'd say something like, "Still? It's been months!" or "For the last time, I'm not dead, it wasn't your fault, and Aizan is NOT who you thought he was! so go back to sleep!" Oh well, I guess I don't really need him,' "Now, who is it you don't need?" asked the young captin standing in the doorway, as if he read her mind, "Lil' Shiro! I, I-" "You do need me Momo, just like I need you,"