Aw, it's the sequel to Paper Flowers:excited.:
This is so gonna be awesome. Magic Knight Rayearth
has been a big inspiration in getting this off the ground. The YGO
characters aren't mine, and the story and
all other characters very much are mine! I apologize for the removal of the songs, but the new policy has
forced me to remove them.
Natural disasters were everywhere. Immense cavities opened up in the earth. Tornados ravaged fields and buildings. Hurricanes rolled in from the ocean. At first Marik couldn't place at all where he was. Everything all seemed so foreign to him, especially the demolished state of the buildings and trees. It looked like a nightmare world that his Yami would have fun making an even bigger mess of.
Marik tossed and turned about in bed, flinging the covers every which way on the chilly winter night. It had started as a warm, Indian summer day, but when night had fallen things had quickly become nippy. Ishizu had made certain that her teenage brother was cosily snuggled under soft quilts before leaving to go to her own room. Marik was willing to burrow down under the fluffy bedding, but now the dream he was having was anything but pleasant. Something about it was so disturbing, so haunting, but he just could not put his finger on what it was.
Slowly Marik began wandering through this Heaven-forsaken land. Everywhere he looked he saw homeless families desperate for food and water, and in many cases, decent clothing. They reached out for him, their eyes wide and pleading, begging for his help. Not knowing what to do, he walked on, swallowing the lump in his throat.
In the real world, Marik gave a soft moan. Now he was hanging partially off the bed—upsidedown—the tips of his fingers almost touching the carpeted floor as his arms hung out over his head. If Rishid or Ishizu were to come in, they would certainly be alarmed at the sight.
As Marik ventured deeper into this world of chaos, he became aware of a young voice calling his name. The tones were familiar to him, but yet he couldn't place them. Who was calling him? Why did the caller sound so terrified and afraid? Marik ran faster, demanding to know what was wanted of him. But it seemed that, no matter how fast he ran, he never moved at all.
That was when he noticed that a barrier seemed to separate him from everything around him. It was a nearly invisible substance, like a gel, but neither he or anyone else could pass through it. When he touched it, it became almost as hard as a solid wall.
"Mr. Marik! Mr. Marik!"
The voice was right nearby now—and at last Marik recognized it. It was young Kade, a sweet four-year-old boy who had grown very fond of Marik during the time when Marik and his siblings had been stranded in the land of Juno. Now Kade was sobbing, reaching out in a frantic attempt to get through the barrier. "Why?" he whispered when he could not dive into Marik's comforting embrace. "Why won't you let me in, Mr. Marik? Why wouldn't you come back when you promised? We need you, Mr. Marik! Why won't you come?" The tears that slipped from his eyes were heartbreaking and Marik cried out in protest, shoving against the barrier with all his might—to no avail.
The teenager slipped out of bed completely, knocking his head against the leg of the bed as he went down. With a cry of surprise and pain he awoke, his eyes snapping open.
Slowly he took in everything around him. This wasn't a dilapidated land at all. There were no hurricanes or tornados or . . . anguished children. . . . His room was the same as always—the Rod on the desk, the curtains open so that the moonlight would shine in, the covers and pillow spread on the floor, along with Marik himself. . . .
The boy muttered to himself, running a hand through his fringe of bangs. Ishizu and Rishid most likely had heard that loud thump and would come dashing in within a matter of moments to make certain that their treasured younger brother was alright. They were a bit overprotective now and then, but Marik knew they had every reason to be, especially after what they'd come through. He himself could be overprotective when it came to the safety of those he loved.
He pulled himself into a sitting position, wincing as the throbbing at the back of his head made itself known. In irritation he investigated the damage with his fingers and found a sore spot, which he promptly placed his pillow over. He snuggled into the softness, turning his thoughts to pondering on his dreams.
Kade. . . . He had been dreaming of Kade . . . and Juno. . . .
Never could Marik forget Juno. It hadn't been that long when he had gone there looking for his missing siblings. Then they had become entangled in a plot by wicked men to gain power over the land. Together, along with allies they met along the way, the Ishtars had struggled to put together the legendary Geates' Talisman before their enemies managed to. Kade had entered the escapade when he had begged for Marik to help him find his lost mother. Towards the final battle the woman had been found—and it had been discovered that she was the true queen of Juno. Good had triumphed that day and the Ishtar siblings had left—though at first it had seemed as though only two were leaving alive. Thanks to Yami Marik, who had been massacring every village he had come to, Marik had nearly been killed.
The boy sighed to himself. Kade must still think I'm dead, he thought. There was no reason for him to believe otherwise. Marik hadn't revived until the ship he and Ishizu and Rishid were on was passing back into their own dimension. To Kade he would have appeared stiff and cold and unresponsive. And I broke the promise I made, Marik berated himself, though he knew of course that he hadn't been able to help it. I told him I'd come back and find him, but I wasn't able to.
Lavender eyes raised to look up at the towering figure in the doorway. Then Marik smiled ruefully at his elder brother from his position on the floor, surrounded by his quilts and sheets. "Hello," he said, forcing himself to stand. It was so good to look into Rishid's eyes and see concern and recognition! Never could Marik forget the horrors of when he had arrived in Juno to find that Rishid and Ishizu didn't remember him. His heart still pricked every time he recalled it.
Rishid chuckled as he stepped into the room, avoiding the fallen bedding. "Are you alright, Marik?" he asked. The boy looked well enough. Slightly dazed, though. Or was it simply that he was worried? Rishid could understand completely if he was. They had come through so many trials. And it hadn't been that long since their experience in Juno. The wounds Marik had sustained there had only just recently healed up entirely.
Marik sighed. "Physically, yes," he replied, ignoring the protesting bump on his head. "Emotionally. . . ." He turned away, staring out the window at the bright moon and stars. The same lights of the sky shone over Juno. Was Kade watching them tonight? Had something gone wrong in Juno so that Marik really was desperately needed for some reason and not just wanted by the poor lonely child? Not that Kade wanting Marik was any trivial matter. Ever since they had returned from Juno, Marik had wanted to find a way to get back and see Kade again. He had promised! And Marik didn't intend to break a promise, especially not to a sweet, innocent child such as Kade.
"What is it, Marik?" Rishid came closer, laying his strong hand on Marik's shoulder. Even in the faint moonlight he could see some of the still-fading scars from the wounds Marik had sustained in Juno. And he felt a wave of guilt wash over him again for the way he had treated Marik during the time when he hadn't remembered him. Marik had forgiven him completely, but had Rishid ever quite forgiven himself? He had the feeling that he had not. It was so hard to pardon himself when he recalled all the harsh words he had spoken to Marik and even how once he had shoved him hard against a wall (though he hadn't really meant to hurt him, of course). He didn't consciously realize it, but his hand trembled slightly.
But Marik realized. He looked up at his brother, instantly realizing what was wrong. The boy gave him a kind smile, reassuring him that no blame was to be had. He could never not forgive Rishid, especially when Rishid never condemned him for Battle City. He kept gazing at the man until at last Rishid had to smile at him. It wasn't possible for him to stay gloomy when Marik was looking up so kindly at him.
"I was dreaming about Kade," Marik said now that Rishid had relaxed. "He needs me, Rishid." He turned to face his brother completely, studying the golden orbs seriously. Rishid would understand. Kade was a bit like Marik himself was to Rishid. Marik was fond of the child and wanted to protect him, just as Rishid always wanted to protect his younger brother.
Rishid blinked in momentary surprise. Marik didn't often have dreams, at least not the "visionary" type that Ishizu often did. Usually Marik's dreams were the normal, odd sort that most everyone has. And Marik usually felt that his dreams weren't so important that anyone would need to know about them. Since he told me about this one, he must truly feel that it is more than just a dream, the man thought to himself.
Aloud he said, "I am sorry, brother. I wish I knew how to get us back to Juno, but I am afraid that is beyond my abilities." But he knew, and he knew Marik knew, that Rishid would give Marik anything he desired, if he was capable of it. For Rishid, Marik was his entire heart and soul and his reason for being alive. He wished more than anything that he did know how to send them back to the mystical land so that Marik could at last fulfill the promise he had made to the small child, but he was at a loss for how to accomplish that.
Marik sighed but smiled weakly. "I know," he said softly. But he would find a way to get back. He had to. Maybe if Shadi would come again, he would guide Marik once again in returning to Juno. But what was the likelihood of that? Shadi rarely showed up when anyone wanted him to. He came and went as he pleased and on his own whims.
Marik leaned against Rishid when his brother sat on the floor next to him, dozing as he pondered over how to resolve his problem. Was Kade in terrible danger? How would Marik be able to help him if he was? And why had Juno looked so horrible in Marik's dream? The land should be healing by now. What if it wasn't? What if something had gone horribly wrong after the Ishtars had left? Marik couldn't get the thoughts to leave him alone. And he shuddered as he slipped back into slumber.
The following day Marik went to visit young Mokuba. He often went to see the child when he was troubled, as being around one still innocent calmed his mind. Mokuba knew about the Ishtars' experiences in Juno, as Marik had explained much of it in detail when they had first returned home and found that everyone had been worried wondering what had happened to them. But as Marik knocked on the door now and was let in by Velma, he wondered if talking to Mokuba would really help now. Mokuba wouldn't really be able to offer any advice on what Marik should do to get back to Juno. Really, the only thing Marik could hope for was that Shadi would appear soon with information on how to return to the mythical land.
"Hi, Marik!" Mokuba chirped now as he came running from upstairs. Marik had to smile at the child's enthusiasm. Mokuba still seemed innocent and sweet, though he had been through a lot, and he was very smart as well. Marik had no doubt that one day Mokuba would be able to run KaibaCorp with ease, just as Seto did now.
"Hello, my friend," Marik replied, returning the greeting. He didn't think that his concern was apparent, but Mokuba noticed immediately.
"What's wrong?" The raven-haired boy stopped in front of the teenager six years his senior and blinked up at him worriedly. His poor friend was usually serious, weighed down with one care or another. It wasn't unusual for Mokuba to see him so somber, but he always felt sad when he did. He wished that Marik—and Seto—could be more happy.
Marik started, then sighed and shook his head. "Oh . . . it's just . . . I'm worried about Kade," he said finally, knowing it would be pointless to try keeping the knowledge from Mokuba. As they walked to the couch, and while the child listened, Marik then told of his vivid dream and how he wasn't sure it was merely a dream at all.
"Ishizu is usually the one to have the visions," the Egyptian remarked then, "so if I seem to be having one as well, there must be a reason for it." His shoulders slumped and he sank back into the softness of the couch, gazing up at the ceiling high above them. "It's frustrating. . . . I don't know how to get back to Juno and I'm sure that Kade must need my help." He rubbed his eyes tiredly.
Mokuba frowned, thinking. "Are you sure it's in some other dimension?" he asked then. "I mean, maybe it's just in some really weird part of our earth and we could find it if we looked hard enough." He knew that didn't sound likely, but it seemed that anything was possible and worth looking into.
But Marik shook his head again. "No," he responded, "it couldn't be. Shadi said it was in another dimension that existed here on the earth, but that it couldn't be reached by normal means. That's why he had to personally take me there before. And that's why I don't think I can get there again unless Shadi comes." It still puzzled him, though—why the guardian of the Millennium Items had helped him the first time. Had Shadi really considered it that important that Marik be reunited with his siblings? It was true that Shadi seemed to be friends with Ishizu. Or maybe Shadi had simply not wanted Yami Marik to terrorize all the poor people of that kingdom. But whatever the reason had been for the previous assistance, Marik didn't know if Shadi would help him again.
Mokuba tried to be optimistic, however. "Well, he probably will come then," he said. But even though he spoke in a somewhat cheerful tone, he realized that he didn't really want Marik to go. It had only been a miracle that he had returned safely the last time. If he went again . . . what if he really wouldn't come back? Mokuba didn't think he could bear losing his friend. He bit his lip, looking down. When he spoke again it came out in a whisper.
"Marik . . . if you go there again, what will happen?"
Marik gazed at his friend, it suddenly dawning on him how upset Mokuba must be. He had tried to gloss over the events that had taken place when he had been violently stabbed and nearly killed by his Yami, but Mokuba had known that he had been trying to do so and had eventually forced him to tell more of what had truly taken place. Now the poor boy must be afraid that something similar would happen this time—and that Marik wouldn't be allowed to return a second time. Gently he laid a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "I don't know," he said honestly. "Nothing drastic, I hope. But I can't not go. If Kade is in trouble, I need to return and help him."
Mokuba sighed, looking up at him again. "Yeah," he agreed softly, "but . . . what if you don't come back?" He rushed on before Marik could answer. "Marik, when you go back . . . I want to go with you."
Marik was stunned. He looked into the blue-gray eyes, seeing that they were full of determination and resolve. But he knew he couldn't allow such a thing. Juno was not a good place for children. He hated that Kade had to live there—though he had hoped that conditions had improved. "Mokuba . . . I can't let you do that," he said softly.
Mokuba clenched his fists. "Why not?" he demanded. "I can look out for myself, Marik. I wouldn't be in your way or anything. Maybe I'd even be able to help." And I'd make sure that we both got back! Well . . . all of us. . . . Ishizu and Rishid would probably be there too. . . .
Marik shook his head. "It means a lot to me that you'd be willing," he said, genuinely touched, "but Juno—if it's as it was in my dream—is completely devastated. It's probably a warzone there again." And he couldn't help but remember that when they had left, one of the villains had never been apprehended. Perhaps he was the one responsible for whatever was wrong now. "Your brother would never want you to come along . . . and I wouldn't want to expose you to all of that. . . ." He could never even dream of it.
"All of what?"
They both looked up at the sound of the cold voice. Seto was standing in the doorway, watching them with an unreadable expression. Obviously he had just come along now—since he was not in the habit of eavesdropping—and had merely overheard the last part of Marik's words.
"Marik's gotta go back to Juno, big brother," Mokuba explained, "and I want to go with him!" He stood up, looking at the young CEO pleadingly.
Seto frowned, not liking the sound of that at all. Ishizu and Rishid had told him about Juno privately, and while he hadn't wanted to believe that the Ishtars had really traipsed off to some "fantasy land," he couldn't deny that Marik had been recovering from bad wounds upon their arrival. The last thing he wanted was for Mokuba to disappear for weeks and then return in the same condition—or worse. "That's out of the question," he said sternly.
Mokuba had been expecting that, but still he didn't look happy. "But Seto! . . ." he pleaded vainly.
"No, Mokuba," Seto answered firmly. "It would be too dangerous."
Marik nodded in agreement. "I don't want you involved, my friend."
"It's not like we haven't done dangerous things before!" Mokuba exclaimed in protest. The experience with Pegasus and Duelist Kingdom certainly hadn't been safe. Neither had Battle City—which had been crashed by poor, misguided Marik himself and his Rare Hunters—the ensuing Battle Ship, or the experience aboard Noa's fortress. Mokuba voiced all of this and then added, "Nothing else we've done lately has been safe, either," referring to Alcatraz Tower, Doom, and various other things that had just popped up in addition to the many mysteries they had become involved in.
Seto listened to Mokuba calmly. "And I didn't really want you involved then, either," he said when the boy had concluded.
Mokuba scowled at the floor, knowing this was true.
Marik tried not to smile in amusement at the child's expression. Truly he was pleased and humbled that Mokuba would be willing to put himself in danger in order to come along, but of course it couldn't be allowed. He hated for even his siblings to accompany him, but he knew that they would. Still, he also knew he would fear for their safety. What if Yami Marik chanced to show up in Juno again? It had been a nightmare the last time. Under his guise of The Red Zealot, the madman had ravaged multitudes of villages and murdered hundreds of innocent people. Marik was filled with unspeakable horror every time he saw or heard mention of that demon, for he himself had created it.
As quickly as any streak of humorous feelings was there, it was swiftly gone again at the mere thought of the demon Yami Marik. Marik sighed now and stood too, laying a hand on Mokuba's shoulder. "I'll come back fine," he said softly, hoping that he wasn't making another promise he couldn't keep. "Let's not worry about it, alright?"
Mokuba started at first, then sighed and looked up at him sadly. "I just wanted to help," he said softly.
"I know," Marik assured him firmly, "and I'm touched. It's just that . . . that Juno is such an unsafe place. Frankly, I wish Kade didn't live there." He tried to smile weakly. "I don't think he'd be all that safe in this dimension, either, though. There's too many modern devices he wouldn't understand."
Mokuba giggled a bit. "We could teach him," he offered.
Marik ruffled the child's raven hair. "I considered it at times," he admitted, "but in the end I don't think it would work. His mother is the ruler of Juno, so she can't leave, and Kade shouldn't have to be separated from her. So the only real solution is to fix Juno." The only question he had was, How would he—or anyone—do that? And why was there so much devastation (if his vision was really true)? Shouldn't Geates' Talisman have prevented a grievous catastrophe? Marik didn't understand any of it.
"Yeah," Mokuba sighed now, breaking into Marik's thoughts, "guess so." He knew there wasn't any point in continuing to plead to go along, so he knew he would have to resign himself to being worried about Marik for the next while and hoping that he would come back safely. But surely he would. . . . He had to make himself believe that it would be so.
Now the child hugged Marik tightly. "Just . . . be safe," he whispered, shutting his eyes.
Marik blinked in surprise and then returned the hug gently but firmly. "I will be," he vowed.
The next several days didn't offer any hope for getting to Juno, however. And Marik was becoming all the more distressed and distraught. His vision would return every night, becoming more detailed each time. And the poor boy would usually wake up on the floor, sometimes screaming for Kade and demanding to know what was wrong. Ishizu and Rishid could see that their brother was almost to the point of having a mental breakdown. They wanted badly to offer help and to help him get back to Juno and Kade, but they knew that they did not have the abilities to do so. They could only offer their most heartfelt comfort and wonder, as did Marik, why Shadi didn't come.
"He could resolve this," Ishizu frowned, feeling a bit of despair coming over her. Almost an entire week had passed since Marik's dreams had begun and there was no end in sight. If Shadi was not going to come, perhaps it meant that he didn't find this important enough to intercede in. Or maybe it even meant that he was indisposed, for whatever reason. The Egyptian woman clasped her hands in distress.
Rishid sighed, laying a hand on his sister's shoulder. "Perhaps," he agreed, "or . . . perhaps we're expected to resolve it ourselves." But that would be easier said than done. The only way Rishid could even think of attempting it would be to try sailing Marik's yacht back into the other dimension. But he doubted he would remember the right course to take. More than likely, he would only get them hopelessly lost on the ocean.
"I have considered that as well," Ishizu said quietly, "but I can see no logical way for it to happen." She looked into Rishid's golden eyes, seeing the kindness and concern displayed in their depths. "But . . . oh, Rishid! We cannot allow things to continue this way!" she cried suddenly. Marik was upstairs at the moment and attempting to sleep peacefully, but Ishizu was afraid that any minute he would be awakened due to his dream again.
Rishid looked at her sadly, then up at the stairs. "Yes," he agreed, "how well I know." Gently he put his arms around the woman, hearing Marik cry out and thump onto the floor. "How well I know. . . ." He hated feeling so helpless. More than anything he wanted to be able to correct this problem and to restore Marik to a peaceful slumber. But that didn't seem very hopeful at this point.
That was when several things happened at once. From outside came the abrupt screeching of tires and a thump. From inside came the ringing of the telephone. And from the middle of the floor came Shadi. Ishizu and Rishid could only gape in disbelief and try to determine what should be seen to first.
Marik, who was coming downstairs, had apparently answered the phone, as it was held to his ear. He spoke into the receiver, sounding annoyed, and then noticed Shadi. The cordless phone immediately dropped from his hand and he stood, wide-eyed. Finally he had come! But why had it taken so long? His first impulse was to run down and immediately begin questioning him.
Rishid, meanwhile, had gone to see if anyone was hurt outside. What he found was quite a shock. The Kaiba brothers were getting out of their limo, which was parked at the curb, and going to the assistance of a toppled motorcyclist. As they helped him sit up, Rishid realized with surprise that he had seen that young man before.
"Crikey!" the brunette exclaimed in a thickly-accented voice. "You almost ran me down!" He blinked up at the Kaibas, just as surprised to see them as they were to see him.
"My chauffeur is reckless," Seto agreed, his voice calm and emotionless. "I'll pay for any damages." He studied the Australian silently, trying to determine if he had been seriously injured by the fall.
"I'm really sorry, Valon," Mokuba added, his blue-gray eyes wide.
"Do I need to send for an ambulance?" Rishid asked in concern, breaking into the conversation.
"Naw," Valon replied, managing to stand. "I'm alright. No worries." He ruffled Mokuba's hair and righted his yellow motorcycle before looking back to Rishid. "Truth is, though, I kinda was comin' here for a reason. . . ." He leaned on the handlebars. In the near distance came the roar of two other motorcycle motors.
Rishid couldn't conceal his astonishment. "Oh?" They barely even knew each other, so it indeed seemed quite odd that Valon would be coming over. Rishid decided that it was likely not a mere social call. "I assume your friends are coming as well?" He then found this question to already be answered as a black and a red motorcycle each pulled up next to Valon's. Raphael and Alister then removed their helmets and looked around calmly.
Mokuba greeted them and then just stared. "This is really weird," he said. "Seto and I were coming to see you guys too!" He looked up at Rishid, who was even more surprised. All of this at once? It all seemed like such an odd coincidence.
"Well," the confused man said, gesturing to the house as he went back up the walk, "won't you all come in?"
Back inside the house, Marik and Ishizu were both requesting answers from Shadi, who stood by and watched and waited until Rishid and the five guests entered the home as well. When they did, the enigmatic Egyptian seemed pleased. "Allow the others to speak first," he said calmly, "and then you will have some of the answers you seek." He crossed his arms, obviously not intending to say more until that occurred.
Marik gawked at the sight. "Mokuba!" he exclaimed in delight and surprise. Seto and the bikers were regarded with complete astonishment. Generally Seto didn't accompany Mokuba when he came to visit. And certainly the bikers had never came over. They had only met the Ishtars when they had all been trying to stop the crime boss Del Vinci. It seemed very strange that they would turn up here now.
Mokuba grinned up at him, then reached for Seto's briefcase, which was handed to him. "Look at this, Marik!" he cried. The boy clicked the briefcase open and then removed a glowing piece of clear crystal. The Ishtars and the bikers stared. It was about two inches in diameter and flat, as a pendant would be, though there was no chain attached in order to wear it. Mokuba held it out in his hand, allowing the others to get a good look.
"We just found it today," he explained. "It was really weird. Seto found it floating over his bed." Seto grunted a confirmation.
"But where would it come from?" Marik cried, reaching out to take a closer look. If it hadn't been that the pendant was clear, he might have thought that it was Geates' Talisman. But the Talisman was always colored, generally a deep blue. Marik couldn't believe that this was it. Besides, it was back in Juno with Sapphire, the queen. It wouldn't have come here.
Mokuba shrugged helplessly. "Dunno . . . but we thought of you guys and thought we'd bring it here." He watched Marik examine it. The bikers also seemed intently interested. Shadi, Mokuba noted, was expressionless as usual.
"We have one of those things too," Valon spoke up then, causing everyone to turn and stare at him and his two friends. "Yeah," the Australian continued as Raphael pulled it out, "we found it today and thought maybe you'd be able to figure it out." He looked at Ishizu as he said this. From what he knew about the Ishtars, it seemed to him that Ishizu was the one who dealt the most with strange and ominous things such as this.
"I can assure you, we're just as baffled," Marik replied, frowning as he looked from one crystal to the other. They were identical in every way—size, color, shape, and illumination—but neither one seemed to be doing anything. It was so very unlike the pieces that made up Geates' Talisman, which would flicker and change color and almost seem to become furious if handled abruptly or by people they didn't like.
Now Shadi stepped forward. "There is no need to be concerned," he replied calmly. "There was a reason that you have been given the crystals." He reached into his robe and withdrew a third sparkling prism. "This one is for you, Marik, and your siblings. You see . . . you are all being summoned to Juno this time." He studied each person in turn for their reactions to this news.
"Holy moly!" Valon cried in disbelief. That pretty much summed up everyone's feelings on the matter.
"You will be allowed to pack some items that you require before we depart," Shadi informed them next, "but we must make haste. All of you must be delivered to Juno within one hour's time. I will return then and we will leave from here." Before anyone could even ask questions, he had vanished again.
"What was that all about?" Valon demanded. "What's Juno?" He looked at Alister and Raphael and then back at the Ishtars in disbelief.
"I'm not going into any fantasy land and neither is Mokuba!" Seto said angrily. He was tired of being dragged into strange misadventures, and even more tired of Mokuba being dragged into them. And he could see no good reason as to why they would have to go along.
Marik and his siblings were just as befuddled as everyone else, but they tried to answer Valon's query as best as they could and Ishizu—due to a short vision she then had—reassured Seto that he and Mokuba would have to come. Mokuba was delighted. Seto was appalled and disgusted.
In the end, the bewildered guests could only exchange glances before going to pack, as Shadi had instructed, and hope that they would get more answers when he came back. Seto, most certainly, wanted answers, as did the bikers. Mokuba was only able to get some things for him and Seto packed by calling Anna and telling her to pack for them and then to bring the suitcases to the Ishtars, as Seto refused to take part in the "nonsense" until he knew better what was happening.
As it turned out, their hour was up by the time they all met back in the Ishtars' living room. When Shadi arrived, he refused to answer the questions and instead opened a portal in the floor. Before anyone could protest, they had all fallen into it. And then the dimensions began to fall away.