David
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I guess there are a few things that I will never understand. Life, Death, Girls, the reason that wierd feeling is flaring up again, why Laura just blew me off like that, and why I can't seem to get anyone's attention. There must be something that I am doing wrong.

"Urg," I gulped, clutching my chest, "Here we go again."

It's hard to describe what my problem is. I guess it's like some sort of alien parasite had found its way into me and finally decided that I was not a good host. The problem was, that it couldn't get back out so it was trying to force its way out. Not rip, but force.

It was tiring, that's for sure, and getting harder to keep straight. Then again, this has normally happened to me before, but now I also have the feeling something is not right, that one of us has screwed up, that we're forgetting something.

I went up to the fountain and sat down, it was getting harder to breath under the pressure. I pulled some dice out of my pocket. Two six-siders and a 20, and began to roll.

"I wish I had a clue," I said, "To what's happening. Why everyone is so down on their luck."

I thought for a moment, "I bet this was the way 'Daniel' felt," I put emphasis on the character name, I doubt that it was his real name "He never before hat to work on a team, and he never before knew what people were like. He could never understand why the others never told him their problems. He always believed it would help to have a nuetral party who would listen."

I looked around me again, sullenly, I still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"I wonder why I'm always left in the dark," I paused, "Where is everybody?"

It was here that I had an idea what was wrong: Someone was missing. I had no clue as to who, but someone wasn't here. I picked up my dice, and got up. I looked around and saw my opportunity. I walked in the alley, between two walls.

Despite my complaining chest, I was going to do this. I needed the high road.

I made a quick dash at the wall before me and ran up its side. That was soon followed by a stunning backflip into the air, from which I did a mid-air twist, and finished by grabbing onto the ledge. My chest lurched, but was otherwise non-complaintive.

"Righteous," I grinned, then became serious and climbed up onto the roof, "Alright, where do I look from here?"