I was totaly confused, I had only a vague sense of my surroundings, I could tell I was in some type of funeral parlour, but that was about all. My mind slowly began to piece together the jumbled puzzle of memories that was being presented to me, I remember what this memory was, back when I was 13, my first grand father died, and I remember going to the funeral, but what was I doing back here, this has to be a nightmare.  I am franticly trying to find my way out of this place, but this is clearly not your average funeral parlour, there is this maze of long twisting hallways, they all have caskets lined along the walls, and the walls are covered with a sickly blood red velvet wallpaper. The coffins are all spaced apart just the right length so I have to touch them to pull myself thru, some of the coffins are open,  and I can see their contents. The bodies in the caskets look fake, almost as if they are nothing more than wax statues, but I can feel that they are real. Every now and then I will come across a room connected by the hallways, in these rooms, there are various funeral processions taking place, none of the mourners seem to notice my presence, but every time I have to pass thru one of the rooms, I still feel like they are about to grab at me, this reminds me of another horrible memory, from my second grandfather, before he died, he was diagnosed with a brain disease that made him no more than a sleepwalker. I remember the visits to the nursing homes, how those patients all seemed to just stumble around like drugged zombies, that is what these mourners look like. I am finaly at the last row of the reception before I reach the next hallway, and one of the mourners notices me, an old woman, she grabs my arm and stares into my eyes with a cold empty gaze, I am terrified but I break free of her grip and walk on as fast as possible. I can feel the air thickening, and I can almost taste a coppery blood in the air around me. I also noticed that the hallways seem to be getting narrower, and the coffins are getting harder and harder to pass by, by now I have to push myself with both paws to get thru. It feels like I have been wondering thru this maze forever, it seems hopeless, but I can almost sense something at the end, something very important. I can see what I am searching for now, I see a pair of wooden doors at the end of the hallway, the area here is wide enough so that I donít have to push my way thru, but somehow this is more unnerving than the closeness of the coffins. Without hesitating I push open the doors and I am almost in another dimension, thats how much the next room is different from the others, it is an empty procession hall, I turn to look back at the hall, but I now see that there is nothing but a brick wall behind the doors, for better or worse I am stuck on this side. ìthere you areî I hear a familiar voice from behind me, I turn to see my father, he is standing about ten feet away from me, and the room is now full, ìwe have been looking all over for youî. I am suddenly very scared, I have no idea what he means, but I donít like it one bit, ìpleaseî I say, ìI donít want to sit up front, I want to sit awayî. My father stares at me coldly, ìwe canít let you be alone, you might hurt yourselfî I can almost hear him hissing under his voice, almost like a snake, ìwhy are you doing this to us, it is time, you need to be with us, your mother is very upset with youî. I am very frightened, but he drags me ahead anyway, I can see my mother standing in front of a casket, and in the casket is my grandfather, I can see her eyes, there is nothing but evil in them. ìget over hereî says my mother in a angry voice, my father pushes me ahead and I am now in my motherís arms, she pulls me close and forces me to stare at the body, it is also fake and wax looking, an image of him from when he was alive flashes into my memory, I can see him holding onto me screaming in my face, it feels like a knife in my gut, but thankfully the vision is over as soon as it arrived. I look down at my motherís right arm, she has it raised slightly, and I see the shiny tip of a carving knife slip out of her sleeve and into her palm, she raises it to my throught and traces a line across it almost as if she is mocking me. I canít breath anymore and I feel like a trapped animal, I want to run, but she is holding me to tightly, I can now see something that scares me more than anything, my grandfatherís paws are now at his sides, he moved, I am sure of it. ìhis pawsî I say weakly, they movedî. My mother glares at me in pure rage, ìdonít say that hereî she says. There is no denying it, he is moving, he is sitting up now, I am scared out of my mind, but no one seems to notice it but me, he is looking at me now, I see his eyes, they are dull and cold, and they sink back in his head like a shark right before it attacks. He stands up and stumbles out of the casket, I turn to look at my mother, there is no emotion in her eyes. I begin to feel a sickening churning in my stomach, almost like the plug being pulled out of a bathtub, I feel reality sinking into me. My vision blurs to darkness, then light, and back to darkness again. I felt cold all over, like my body was encased in a giant block of ice, slowly but surely my mind was beginning to return to reality, I began to feel again. I felt the couch under me, and wolf laying next to me, I could see he was concerned, than I realised why, I had been screaming. ìhey, listen to me, itís a bad dream, just a bad dreamî said wolf comfortingly. It took a few moments to cope with my new setting, I was back in my room in wolfís arms where I belong,  it is 8:30 now, at least wolf and I still have half an hour before he has to leave. ìsorryî I said ashamed, ìthis happens all the time, for one week a month I have really bad dreams every nightî. Wolf lookes away silently for a moment than back at me, ìhave you ever considered going to a psycologist about the dreamsî asked wolf obviously trying not to offend me. ìsometimesî I said, ìbut I donít think I could, I know they have the technology now that they can accompany me in my dreams, but these are very personal fears, I donít think I could show myself to a total stranger that wayî. From the look on his face I could see he understood completely, ìmabey I could come with you sometime, I know a doctor who does that sort of thingî offered wolf. I was touched by his offer, but I really didnt want to talk about my dreams right now, ìcan we not talk about this right nowî I asked. ìfine by meî replyed wolf as he stared off into the distance, ìhard to believe I have to go back alreadyî. ìdo you really have to leaveî I asked sadly, although it was insane to think I could have actualy bonded with him in such a short time, I truly felt that I needed him, I hope this is a sign of strength and not weakness. ìyes, im afraid soî said wolf, ìiv been meaning to ask you somethingî. ìyeahî I said my mind still a little in the mental fog. ìdo you think, that if you csme back with meî began wolf clearly nervous, ìthat you could possibly help me with something I have to doî. ìyes, if I came back with youî I saidwith a warm smile hopng to cher him up, ìwould that be much of a chace, me going back with youî. ìitís up to youî said wolf warmly. For a moment I dinít quite know what to say, he actualy wanted me to come with him, someone actualy wanted to be with me, it was unbeleivable, I have had this almost safety net I have been using all my life, a belief that no one could ever feel anything about me other than hatred and disgust, it hurts to think that way, but it has saved me from a lot of heartache. ìyesî I said shakily, ìiíd love t go back with youî, all of a sudden, my feelings of dread over the comming eavning vanished, but they were replaced by an even more confusing emotion, fear, I didnít know why I should be afraid, but itís just that I have gotten so used to my solitude that I never even imagined being with someone again, I wonder if I will even be able to function at all. ìI really should go n and make the reservations for the flight nowî said wolf as he quickly got dressed in the darkened room. ìI thought you were taking the wolven fighter backî I asked confused. He looked at me funny for a moment than laughed lightly, ìI canít take you  in the wolfen 2, itís a one seater planeî. ìoh yeahî I said a litle embarrased that I couldnít even remember the layout of my own invention, I would think myself an idiot now, but logic isnít exactly the thing thatís driving me right now. I myself got up a minute after wolf left, I walked over to my closet and stared at the clothes inside, I was filled with a nervous excitement I hadnít felt in a long time, I turned on my cd player and began looking for something to wear. I stopped dead in my tracks the moment the music started, it was one of my older mellissa ethridge cdís, I turned it off and put my belinda carlisle cd in instead, ìthatís betterî I said aloud, I rarely am in the mood for my brainless cute dance music, but I feel like I want something positive now. I pulled a few pieces out and examined them, now I could either go wth the blue jeans ornange-cream shirt and sky blue swaeter look, or the more childish pink duck t-shirt and yellow pants look. I let out a short laugh, I was making choices again, I truly felt alive, then it hit me, a question I really couldnít answer, why on earth didnít I listen to my happy music and pick my clothes out before I met wolf, ìoh well, who really caresî I thought happily, for the first time I had succesfuly discared one of those annoying philisaphical questions that hit me at the wrong times. Then the album track changed, and I realised why I had stoped listening to this cd, the fourth song, half the world, it had been name1ís favorite song from it, he said that it reminded him of me, I felt weak all of a sudden, I fell back on my bed and I was crying again, was this right what I was doing, I had wronged name1, I shouldnít be doing this, I got unbeleivable close to telling wolf to just go on alone, but that wasnít right either, I was responsible for wolf now, he was going thru something now that I had brought on, and he was going to need all the support I could give him. ìthatís rightî I said, mabey this is my chance to redeem my weakness with name1, mabey if I turn wolf down here, I will just be remaking that same mistake, but as soon as my inner peace came, it left with a second question, what if I am wronging name1ís memory by feeling this way again, mabey I should just end it all, ìnoî I said with more emotion than intended, I was not going to end my life here, not after all I had been thru, that wouldnt be right, not when my life might be finaly getting back together. I was finaly done getting dressed, I had gone with the blue sweater look. I opened the door to my room and took one final look at it, ìwell itís be a while before I see you againî I said aloud to myself more than anyone in particular and left. In under a half an hour, wolf and I were seated on the plane, it had been a really long time since I had flown, probably not since I first came to zoness from venom all those years ago. I had gone thru so much on this little sickly ball of mud that I was kind of sad to leave it, but I have places to go and things to do now.
 

          After we left my room, we went straight to the spaceport, it had been years since I had been in a spaceport like this one, that was when I first ran away. It feels so strange to be going back to venom after all these years, I wonder if I still have a home there. We had a long time before the flight so wlf and I were just going to wait in our assinged seats for an hour, since I hadnít slept peacefuly in a wahile I took this time to take a short nap. I fell asleep in under a few minutes, I drempt that I was walking along a beach, but I was cold and frightened, I hugged myself to warm up, but I felt like I was cold from something other than the wheather. I saw wolf walking up the beach to me, I felt much better now, and I collapsed into his arms. We started walking again, I felt safer now, but there were other people around us, scary people, they all had white hoods on and they were beginning to surround us, but I felt safe because wolf would protect me. Then we stopped, wolf looked at me and the people in the white masks started throwing rocks at us, but wolf protected me from them, I felt like nothing could hurt me anymore. Then I felt bad, scared, like someone had just broken a record thats playing your favorite song, I looked at wolf, he was taking something out of his pocket, it was a white mask. He quietly slipped it over his face, and he pushed me away, and walked over to the crowd and he threw rocks at me to, I was crying so hard I couldnt think, then mercyfully I awoke in the plane.  I shook myself to break the spell of the dream, these dreams were getting to awful I was going to have to seek professional help soon if they got worse, but I didnt want to scare wolf so I wont mention this dream.
ìhey wolfî I said a little surprised, ìhow come your not looking out the windowî. ìhuhî said wolf obviously deep in thought, ìoh, that, there is not much need for me to look out the window, I have seen it all a thousand timesî. He looked so burned out and sad when he said that that I just didnt know what to do or say, ìwellî I said thinking of a way to convince him, ìyou havent seen it with meî. ìI supposeî said wolf with a nervous laugh, ìitís amasing to me how small things like this amaze you like they do, itís been a long time since I was that wayî. ìI think your problemb is that your not lookingî I said comfotingly, ìthere is beauty everywhere, all you have to do is lookî.  ìthats not trueî said wolf laughing harder now, ìtell me how a pile of dog shit is beautifulî. ìheyî I said annoyed, ìdont use logic on me when im trying to be  philisophicalî.  We just stared out the window, he was watching to now, space is really beautiful after all, well from a planet it is, but once your out there, it looks cold and empty, I turn and look at wolf, being with him seems like such a beautiful dream, but what if when I get inside I find out that he is just cold and empty, like space. I shake my head violently, why do I ask these questions, why canít I just accept being happy, why must my mind turn every thing into a disaster before it begins. ìthats because it always does fail, havent you realised that yetî I think to myself coldly, well, anyway, none of that really matters now, I feel a little better with my newfound resolve. The flight continues pretty much the same way for the next few hours, I take a nap and before I know it, we are entering venomin air space again. Venom spreads out before us, it looks like a sickly ball of gas, there are red-green mountain ranges all over the place, it is like one huge desert, just as I remembered. Itís not that venom is anugly planet, while itís certainly not beautiful like I have heard corneria is, it is at least pretty much untouched. The venomian captiol sits like an open wound on the planetís surface, but other than that there are virtualy hundreds of miles of eerily beautiful deserts, not a single trace of furry settlments anywhere, like it was long before venom and all their evil machinery came around. ìcan you see your old homeî asked wolf looking out the window. ìyeah, I think ìI say straining to see past the cloud barrier, ìI wonder if my parents are still thereî.  Wolf looked away for a moment than back at me, ìwould you like to stop by and see if there still there, I kow you left with hard feelings but itís been a long time for both sides, mabey they have changed since the last time you saw themî. I couldnt believe what I had heard, ìim sorryî I said, ìbut I will need a little more time before thatî. ìitís alrightî said wolf, I will wait for youî. Afew hours later, we had gotten off the plane and wolf took me to a waiting car, I began to  fell a little nervous after we had driven twenty miles and he hadnít said a word. ìwhatís wrongî I asked. He didnít answer, he just stopped the car by the road and sat there. ìim so sorryî said wolf blankly, I didnít have any clue what was going one, but I could tell it was bad, I began to ahve the same sick feeling in my gut that I had gotten when name1 had called me right before killing himself. ìiím not gayî said wolf coldly, ìand im not bringing you here to help me with anything, I am bringing you here... on orders directly from andross himselfî. ìwhat are you sayingî I asked stunned, none of this was actualy making any impression on me, like it was a dream. ìandross... he wantís you deadî said wolf, ìplease leave the car, I am going to tell him that you killed yourself years agoî. ìbut wolf iî I protested as I tugged gently at his arm. ìjust goî he said his voice shaking in rage, ìget outî he pushed me from the car and drove off leaving me alone by the side of the road, I collapsed to my knees crying heavily, though for what I donít know.....

to be continued.......

so, it turns out wolf was a fake, but why wiuld andross want cray dead, and what will he do now that there is a price on his head, find out in the next episode