(Anxiety's PoV)

I had been sitting in the carriage in silence for days. Or at least, that's how time was passing in here. Wherever here was, I had come to terms with the fact I wanted to save Prince in here. Right now, the others were taking me towards the castle of Depresia, the home of my enemies. I was sitting in the carriage with Alice, the only other girl around. Not that I believed I was a girl, but should I be right about who I was, I didn't want Alice to see everything.

There was something bugging me at the back of my head as I sat in the carriage, staring out the window in a grumpy daze. Was this real? Am I in a place that is real? Do I need to go on this stupid adventure and save this kingdom to return back to my home?

All the questions swirling through my head did nothing to calm my nerves, so I tried to think of other things. I was unsuccessful for a long while. That is, until I came across my memories. They were things that didn't happen in Thomas's world but in my own and despite having plenty of bad memories, I also had my fair share of good moments.

When I was a new emotion, I used to sleep in the common room sometimes. I remember how the others would lightly talk around me, trying not to wake me. I was too light a sleeper for that to work and too good at deception to let them know that I was on to them. Morality used to ramble to himself when the others were elsewhere. He'd say something about how it's been awhile since he's visited the kingdoms. I used to wonder what he meant by that. There are no kingdoms in the mindspace, unless your the royal pain and consider your bedroom to be your own kingdom... Regardless this makes me wonder if somehow I've entered the kingdoms he was talking about. Maybe I'd figure it out more if I tried to rethink about what happened before I awoke in the coffin surrounded by all the fairytale characters.

I remembered waking up in my warm bed. I didn't want to get up but food was calling me and the others had told me I would be on Thomas duty today anyway. I got up and ended up talking to Thomas. We argued about something, then I took him into the mindspace. We had to be sneaky to avoid the others from finding out that I had crossed worlds. We got ice-cream at my favorite ice-cream parlor and then went through the park towards the common building. I remember Thomas walked out into the middle of the street. There was a flash of color, a loud noise, sharp pain, and black. But I found I couldn't recall any other images concerning the incident. Was I alright?

It was bizarre enough thinking something had happened to me, but cue my name to make my mind travel deeper. I found my mind trailing once more to think of Prince. He was tall and lean, broad shoulders, bright red sash, charming hair, disarming smile. If our world had girls his age that he actually talked to, they'd be swooning over him all the time. His voice was smooth and velvety. But all these thoughts were starting to alarm me. When did I begin to like Prince? Why did I begin to like Prince? And so we continued to travel, my mind wandering from questions to worry to even more questions.

"What are you thinking about?" Alice asked softly. I glanced over to her and saw that she was staring at me with a content look in her eyes. The look was calculated, but not cold. It made her look very intelligent, kinda different from her original character in the film she belonged to. I debated about what to tell her, but finally settled on the truth.

"I may not know everything pertaining to this world, but I must admit there are similarities. It may be beneficial to help this world. I may not be able to return home until I help here. And I realize you may not understand what I'm saying, but it's important for me to say it." I paused, just realizing that my voice was much higher than it normally was. It made me cringe inwardly. Why did I have to sound so much like a girl? It was easy to believe I was still a guy when I wasn't listening to all the evidence that points in another direction. I watched as drops of water landed on my lap. When had I started crying? I'm not a baby, I shouldn't be crying right now. My brain wasn't responding to my requests to stop crying, instead it was making me sob harder. An envelope fell into my lap and I glanced up at Alice, but her eyes were once again glued to the world outside the carriage.

On the front of the envelope was a single word, written in a familiar font.

Anxiety.

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(Prince's PoV)

I nearly screamed at the receptionist. I bright young woman with ashy skin that resembled the nurse that had waited on Thomas the last time he went to the doctors office. Her eyes were a deep brown and she had long thin spectacles pressed up to her nose. Lips were pursed in a thin line as she repeated what she had said.

"I'm sorry sir, but if you wish to see your relative you'll have to wait your turn like everybody else." the woman's voice was no louder than a whisper, which was good because it sounded a lot like nails on a chalkboard when she spoke. I tried not to use my closed fist on her as she spoke. Morality and Logic finally caught up, completely out of breath and panting profusely they watched the scene.

"I'll have to wait for who?? There's nobody in here but us!!! Show us Anxiety now!!!" I screamed, trying very hard not to strangle the woman right where she stands. Morality grabbed my shoulders and steered me towards one of the chairs to wait in.

"Number 402." the woman at the desk called off. She looked around and noticed that nobody seemed to be coming. She made a mark on the paper on her desk before she called the next number.

"So, what's our number?" Logic asked, trying to sort this all out somehow.

"804." I inhaled deeply through my nose, wishing to scream at the top of my lungs for this horrible place. How could the doctors in our world be as bad as the doctor's in Thomas's world? It was just absurd and ridiculous how long they make you wait to get any information regarding patients you love. I wished I could vanquish them, but I knew that wouldn't help anyone. It especially wouldn't help Anxiety, who needed us to be here for him when he woke up. I felt my foot start to tap on the ground, a hard reminder that I for once was outrageously nervous about our current predicament. Morality put a hand on my leg to still it and then he pulled Logan down to sit beside him.

"Let me tell you a story to pass the time." I just glared over to the lady at the desk as Morality continued. "Once there was a little boy who met a girl that's long gone now. They were friends but nothing more. She helped him leave his home and go to another place. It's easiest to define it as a whole other world. That's how world's work, they flow one into another. He traveled into this separate world to avoid the fights in his own world. That world contained counterparts of everyone from his own world. Even some he hadn't known at the time. Within the world, he found a man like Carl from the movie Up. His dreams were shattered and he was clueless about where he should go from there. Sure, he had friends in that world, but none of them really understood him. They were too engrossed with one another and their families to pay Carl any mind. For year Carl felt alone and abandoned. Until one day the first boy I mentioned, traveled into Carl's world. He made Carl forget all the pain he had been dealing with. He made him forget everything about his rotten life. When the boy left that world to go home, he vowed he would make his own world closer to that one. But it was not to be, for when he returned the fighting continued for a long while until someone new entered the picture. A boy who changed everything for the better, despite what everyone and everything continued to tell him." Morality paused, his eyes seemed distant and Logan and I just stared at him. What was he going on about?

"Number 765." the receptionist called into the room. This broke Morality's trance and we all glanced over at her. Morality moved to go get some water from a nearby drinking fountain, but before he went off in search of snacks and other distractions he turned back.

"Perhaps the most amazing part of that story, is that it's true..." he seemed to be speaking more to himself as he trailed off, leaving me and Logic to sort through what he said and figure out what he meant.  

*Sorry haven't updated in a couple days. Life gets busy. I still have school for three more days until Spring Break. But I'm sure you don't care much about my excuses. The point is it's up now, so happy reading!*