The voice...it's so close, it has a feel to it that's not spectral, not the voice he'd chased for so long, not...not a dream.

Lunch...lunch? Who's making him lunch...?

Slowly, ever so slowly, Kaiba's eyes start to open. He's so tired that it'll take time to fully focus, but he does feel oddly warm. Well...at least his hand does. Why? Why are his fingers warm, and enveloped, somehow?

"Mm...?"