"No, not, not here again." I spat out. I awakened in Termina, it was as I remembered it. Though it was in peril. Though the moon no longer lingered over the sky, Clock Town was in ruins. Buildings were on fire, houses crumbled to the ground. Suit filled the air and I was nearly blinded by dust. It was dirty, disgusting, and frightening. No happiness was about, and anyone around was either a mugger, or had poverty. "Hm hm hm hm hm..." A voice giggled. I looked toward the voice, to see the Happy Mask Salesman. "You." I managed to mutter out, "Hm hm hm. You're mother would be proud." "Saria!"