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When Steven stepped foot on the other side of the cave, his eyes were nearly blinded by the sunlight and his long sleeved clothes began to weight him down because of the intense heat.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he did a full circle to analyze where he was. He didn't see any sign of the two boys he was chasing earlier, but all of his doubts were suddenly paused when a voice rang down his ears, one he didn't recognize.

"Rami, (Y/N), your dinner's getting cold," a woman yelled out, and when Steven set his eyes on her, he couldn't believe his eyes.

That woman was the breathing picture of (Y/N), but her eyes were a different shade of color and wrinkles were beginning to crawl all over her cheeks and hands. Steven didn't have to think twice and guess that this was her mother.

Two other figures, one of a boy and the other of a girl, showed their faces from hiding in between the bushes with dirt all over them.

"Coming!" little (Y/N) cried out to her mother, and Steven resisted the urge to awe at the sight of her younger self.

Little (Y/N) lowered her gaze back to the boy, who Steven recalled to be named Rami, and gave him a toothless grin. Steven saw the similarities between her and Rami, but the boy looked much more younger than her and with a hint of mischief.

"Last one to the house is a rotten egg!" little Rami told his older sister, who seemed thrilled.

"Oh, you're on!" (Y/N) shoved him to the side to have the advantage and Rami made a sound of protest from the back of his throat.

Their mother peeked out from the back door of their house, any sign of calmness leaving her features once she spotted her two children running over where she stood with full speed. Steven felt like an intruder because of watching a scene like this, but he couldn't help but feel curious about what was going to happen.

"Kids!" she cried out, a foreign accent dripping out from her voice that Steven frowned at. "Stop it!"

Rami and (Y/N) didn't listen to her protests and forgot about heading towards their house, changing the objective of their challenge to chase the other around the backyard with speed, running around the grass with giggles filling the air.

But that laughter filled mood quickly shifted when (Y/N) stopped chasing her brother and began to cough loudly, trying to catch her breath in a desperate attempt before her knees buckled.

Rami dropped his silly behavior and his eyes had a look of guilt all over them, slowly backing away from his sister while his mother rushed over with urgency and anger radiating off her.

She knelt down to aid (Y/N) back to her feet. and gave an angry glare. "How many times have I told you to not play those types of games with your sister! You know she can't!"

A man rose from his backyard chair and dusted himself off, someone that Steven hadn't paid much attention ever since he got to this memory. He guessed this was (Y/N)'s famous father, identical shape and color of eyes with the same glint of adventure behind their irises.

"Come on, Malania, the girl needs her fun," Omar Mahfouz tried to reason, removing his reading glasses.

Malania shook her head and stared in disbelief at her husband, grabbing onto (Y/N)'s small arm before she tugged her daughter back into the house with a scoff being the only sound in the area besides the girl's coughing.

Steven ran behind the mother and daughter without thinking much of it. His sense of curiosity was begging for him to learn more, but the reasonable part of him was trying to convince him to lay off before he got intruded into something he didn't want to see, like Marc and his brother back at the cave.

"Steven, come on!" He could hear (Y/N)'s voice faintly but kept walking forward.

When Steven opened the back door of the house where the mother and daughter had disappeared to, he wasn't received by the scene he was expecting. The sun seemed to be down because of the color of the sky in the windows, and Steven could only see (Y/N)'s parents in front of him, so signs of her small self or her brother anywhere.

"She needs to get out of here every now and then!" Omar seemed to be defending her, and it seemed like this argument wasn't the first time he was having it. 

"I don't care, those dig sites are no place for a girl like her!" Malania protested with crossed arms.

"Abdullah brings his own child all the time, it helps (Y/N) to discover the real world!" Omar cried out with tiredness behind his eyes.

"Again with this nonesense!" Malania closed her eyes from frustration. "She's fragile, she's a weak young girl. She can't be out there without protection."

Steven removed his eyes from the fighting couple to the staircase on the other side of the room and saw (Y/N)'s small little body peaking into sight to listen to her parents' conversation of her.

"What do you mean ' without protection?'" Omar frowned.

Malania thought her words through for a second until her eyes drifted off to where Steven was trying to hide young (Y/N) out of sight even though he wasn't visible in the memory and her mother saw right through him. Malania's anger slightly increased and the sight made the little girl back away to the wall.

"I'm tying you up in your bed if that means you'll put and safe!" Malania cried out, making her way towards her daughter.

"But why?" (Y/N) asked in a small voice while her mother grabbed her by the arm again, slightly wincing when she pressed on the bruised area.

"They did the same thing to me when I was your age, it's for the best," Malania pulled her up.

"Baba, please," (Y/N) desperately turned to look at her father with pleading eyes.

Omar gave her a warm look before turning to his wife. "You can't keep her in a bubble for the rest of her life."

"What else can we do! She's weak and sick!" Malania argued and began to walk up the stairs with her daughter in hand. "She can't go out there defenseless."

A thought flashed through Omar's eyes before the confusion returned to his eyes. "What are you saying?"

Malania didn't answer, she tugged (Y/N)'s arm again and dragged her up the stairs and Steven followed her with no hesitation, just to be received with another closed door with another memory waiting for him even though this wasn't complete.

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Meanwhile, Marc and (Y/N) were still rummaging through the white tiled hallway of the hospital in a way to get back with Steven before it was too late, trying to find any other door that would get them to him easily.

(Y/N) was ready to turn another corner with a shaky breath leaving her lips at the memory Steven revisited but then noticed how Marc didn't follow behind her.

Marc was standing completely still in front of another door, one that displayed the living room of a family home, and it looked like Marc didn't have enough strength to revisit it.

With a gentle touch of her hand, (Y/N) encouraged him forward and Marc nodded solemnly before turning the knob of the door. The atmosphere that (Y/N) was expecting from
the scene was nothing compared to what she was received with. It felt heavy, a weighted blanket dragging her down to the ground to swallow her whole. An eerie silence washed over the living room of the home, people dressed in black formal attire with a picture of a little boy placed in a small coffee table.

Wendy Spector sat amongst the guests, her dreading feeling of guilt being the heaviest from the room. But that wasn't all, Steven was standing a few feet away by the staircase, his eyes red and puffy with water still dripping from his clothes.

"Hey, Steven," Marc called his name softly.

(Y/N) took note of how he avoided her eyes and she swallowed. "What. . .what did you see?"

Steven didn't get to answer, since his attention was much more placed in Wendy, who had a cloth in her hands to wipe down her tears.

"I want my RoRo back," she spoke weakly, staring off to the distance lifelessly. "I want him back. I want him back."

A young Marc walked down the stairs, also dressed in a black suit with small eyes that were once filled with thrill and excitement now drowning in what seemed like guilt.

"What are you doing here?" Wendy saw him. "Hmm?"

Marc tensed up at the sound of her voice. "Come on, buddy."

"You were supposed to keep him safe!"

Steven stayed frozen in his spot and (Y/N) couldn't help but glare at the side of Wendy's head because of her mean words. Marc kept budging him to move with no avail. "Steven, let's go."

"You let him drown," Wendy's sad eyes turned into angry irises, pointing a finger to her young son. "This is all your fault. This is all your fault! This is all your fault!"

Young Marc didn't want to hear the rest of his mother's words and bolted up the stairs with Steven hot in his trails, something that Marc didn't like at all.

"Come here!" Marc cried for Steven, once again dragging (Y/N) by the hand. "Stop, stop! Don't go up there!"

"Stop!"

Steven didn't listen to Marc and ran up the stairs to find that young Marc wasn't there anymore. He heard the sound of Elias' voice and saw that he was back in the living room again but this time the area was decorated differently.

"Wendy, Wendy come on, please," Elias pleaded up to the stairs. "Wendy, please. We're just about to blow out the candles now."

A younger Marc sat down by himself on the table with different types of candy and pastries displayed and with a birthday cake with lit candles placed in the middle.

"She's not coming," Marc told his father with a slump of his shoulders.

"Your mother's not feeling well, Marc," Elias said softly. "We'll do it just me and you this year, okay?"

"Steven!" Marc called again, but he was ignored.

Steven kept running up the stairs to see what happened next, wanting to see if everything changed for the better at some point. He ran up the staircase and when his feet touched the upper floor, he found himself back in the living room of the house, but this time the sun was shining bright from the windows and the young Marc looked a year older than before.

"You can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!" Elias enthusiastically placed the cake in front of Marc before he walked away. "Get started on these, okay?"

Wendy was surprisingly there, a bottle of liquor in her hand while the other held a glass cup. Her eyes had bags under them and her shoulders were slumped down, she didn't have much strength or care to do anything in the world, but she sat down in the table besides Marc.

"You were always jealous of him," she laughed weakly while filling her cup. "Ever since he was born. I should've known you would do something like this."

Marc angrily dropped his napkin to the table and ran up the stairs again without looking back, leaving Wendy by her own in the table.

Steven watched from the sidelines and he couldn't believe his eyes. "Mum, what are you doing?"

Steven ran behind him again, this time making it to the other floor and saw another closed door urging him to step in. He was centimeters away from opening it and see what happened afterwards, but a strong pair of arms stopped him before it was too late.

"Steven!" Marc cried his name again, now restraining him in his arms with (Y/N) by his side.

They were now in the middle of an empty street they didn't seem to pay much attention to, since Steven trashed harshly in Marc's arms to free himself from his grip.

"What happened in that room, Marc!" Steven cried with anger laced in his tone.

"That's it, Steven," Marc tried to calm him down. That's it."

"Stop it!" (Y/N) tried to intervene between the two. "Come on, guys!"

"All right!" Steven yelled out and stopped trashing, freeing himself from Marc's grip. He eyed him angrily before turning. "All right."

Marc still had him by the shoulders and began to guide him away. Steven looked back at him with confusion. "Why are you remembering her like that? That's not what she was like."

Steven paused before he attempted to run back into the door to see for himself but Marc saw this coming and held him by the waist.

"No. Let me go. Let me back in there," Steven pleaded. "What are you hiding? What are you hiding?"

Before Steven could do another attempt in seeing what was behind that door, a loud siren rang through the trio's ears, an unexpected noise that made them all freeze and stop to see what was going on.

Thats when (Y/N) finally took in her surroundings and froze. "I now this street."

Marc and Steven looked at her worriedly. "What?"

(Y/N) scanned the street for any sign of her old home, looking behind her shoulder in a desperate way since she knew what was going to happen next. Once she spotted it, she didn't look back at the boys on her sight and bolted towards the entrance of the house.

"(Y/N), wait!"