"Look Mister Zato, I did it, it's cooked no-" the small girl turned around, Zato was nowhere to be seen, she was alone.<br/><br/>"Mister Zato?" she called quietly, "W-where are you..."<br/><br/>she stopped, the utensils she'd been using dropping from her hands to the floor,<br/><br/>Mary left the kitchen, apron trailing behind her, a worried look on her face.<br/><br/>she walked, little feet padding on the ground, making no noise at all,<br/><br/>"mister zato..." she whispered<br/><br/>why was she alone again, she didn't like being alone, she was alone when it happened the first time, and if it happened again she'd be alone this time, the tiny girl felt like the sole person in the temple, she couldn't hear anything, she couldn't even see anything any more.<br/><br/>she lies curled up by the wall of a nearby corridor, head in her hands, tears running down her cheeks...