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[The video starts with a view of Hazel's room. Although no one can be seen, there is the sound of very slow typing and high pitched grumbling. After a few seconds a fairy clumsily flies up into view. She is holding a sock in front of herself and is glowing a pale pink color. Upon closer inspection the fairy appears to be Hazel. Her voice is higher pitched than usual.]

Um... I think I need a little help.

[Whatever caused her transformation clearly did not see fit to change her clothes with her. She is very obviously embarrassed. She is only about five inches tall at the moment and seems to be having a bit of trouble holding on to the sock she is covering herself with.]

I can't open the door and I don't quite fit under it. It's still a little too cold to try breaking the window to get outside... I'm not even sure I can break it.

[There is a very faint gurgling sound and by the way her pink glow deepened it's fairly obvious that it came from her stomach. Hunger may very well have been the only reason she is asking for help. There really is no telling how long she'd been stuck in her room.]

So, um... help?

[She then let herself sink out of view. There is the sound of more very slow typing before the video cuts off.]

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Maybe tomorrow, then.

[Brain dead is probably the best way to describe Sora's state of mind at the moment.]

Do you need anything else?

[She considered the question. She liked fruit well enough but, she doubted she should live on it however long she was going to be a fairy.]

I dunno. What's easy?

[There wasn't much that didn't need to be cooked. Aside from fruit there was just bread, cheese, and a few basic snacks. She couldn't cook for herself at the moment and Sora should probably be going to bed.]

Uh...

[Sora looks through the cabinets and the fridge for a moment.]

Cheese, bread, soup, tuna who eats canned tuna? that's cat food... left over chicken... ew, never mind the chicken. That has a date with the trash can.

[He takes the offending leftovers and empties the container into the trash.]

Er... Grilled cheese?

[Hazel sighed at the suggestion of grilled cheese. She would have liked it but, she doubted he could make a sandwich small enough for her.]

Um... I don't think you'll be able to make it small enough. Maybe just a bit of cheese and bread for now.

[She was beginning to realize that Sora probably should have gone to bed a while ago.]

We can think of something better later... or tomorrow.

I could make a sandwich that small... but now probably isn't a good time to try it...

[He's not going to tell her that he may or may not be starting to see double. She probably already noticed that he's a bit out of it, but there was no sense in giving her reason to worry. He sets about fetching the requested items and cutting them to pixie size.]

All right.

But can you grill it without burning it to a crisp?

[She didn't fuss since he seemed inclined to get to bed as soon as she didn't need anything.]

Good.

Hmm... Probably. That small, it would cook pretty quick, but... not now...

[Yes, he would be going to bed as soon as he wasn't needed. But he isn't one to leave someone needing help.]

Did you need a drink or something like that?

[She was thirsty but, she didn't want to make Sora try to find something small enough for her to use as a cup.]

Um, some water. Uh... Just put it in something I can reach into.

[It would be easier to just cup some water in her hands for now.]

Thank you.

Ok.

[He can see where this is going, ignoring Roxas's comment in the back of his mind that it was only too obvious. Fact of the matter was that he was messed up enough for it to be noticeable. Still, he gets her the water in what he's reasonably certain is an espresso cup.]

No problem.

This works.

[She gets her drink and impulsively flies over to Sora and gives him a brief hug on the arm.]

Now go sleep.

[And she flies back to her room to curl up under the covers.]

[Dumbfounded by the hug, Sora watches after her for a moment before wobbling up to his room and putting his netbook away so he could got to sleep (the netbook had been left sitting on the bed). As he drifts off, he considers the possibility that he'll think of the whole thing as a dream in the morning...]

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