Yami had been hiding in his Puzzle for a while now. Yugi was starting to think something was wrong, so he called the former pharaoh out. As the boy had expected, Yami did not look well.

     "May I help you, Yugi?," he asked.

     "I was just wondering if anything was wrong. You haven't hardly come out of the Puzzle at all, and you seem depressed."

     "Just my own sorrows of which you know well. There is no need to worry, aibou." With that, he vanished.

     That night, while Yugi lay sleeping, Yami was wide awake, and was in need of his hikari's body. As smoothly as he could, he switched places with the boy. As he sat up, Yugi's spirit self could still be seen, sound asleep on his bed. Yami stood up and walked to Yugi's desk. There, he pulled out a pencil and some paper. Of the things he could remember, how to read and write were thankfully still among them. But they were still hieroglyphs, so Yugi was unable to read the mysterious paper he found the next morning.

     "Yami, did you write this?" the boy asked the former pharaoh, upon finding it on his desk the next morning.

     Yami, still drowsy, did not answer right away. "What? Oh, yes Yugi. I did. Last night."

     "Are these hieroglyphics?"

     "I call it 'handwriting.'"

     "Very funny. Can you read it to me?"

     "Now? I am tired, Yugi."

     "Fine. After school. Go back to sleep for now."

     But after Yugi got out of school, Yami still refused to translate what he had written to the boy.

     "Why don't I just get Ishisu to tell me what it says then?" Yugi finally challenged the pharaoh.

     "You do that," Yami replied nonchalantly. Yugi ran out the door, paper in hand. "He was serious?" Yami asked himself as he followed from inside the Puzzle.

     Yugi found Ishisu at the museum. "Hey Ishisu!" he called to her.

     "Well, hello Yugi," she greeted him. "What can I do for you?"

     "Don't you dare, Yugi," Yami challenged, taking his spirit form outside the Puzzle.

     "Good day, my pharaoh," Ishisu greeted Yami.

     "Good day, Ishisu."

     "Could you translate this for me?" Yugi asked the woman as innocently as he could.

     "What is it?" she asked.

     "Something Yami wrote last night."

     "If he doesn't want you to translate it, is it very fair to do so?"

     "My point exactly," Yami stated.

     "Yami, I'm just worried about you," the boy pleaded.

     The pharaoh looked beyond exasperated. "Do as you will," he said with a look of defeat.

     "Ok, Ishisu. Will you tell me what it says?"

     The woman looked at Yami a final time. He nodded. She looked down at the paper.

     "Nothing shines on a moonless night
     No light is seen in a shadowed soul
     But a hope hidden from all
     Glows from beyond 
     Once the duel begins."

     "My pharaoh," Ishisu breathed. "This is lovely. Why did you not wish me to read it?"

     Yami had already disappeared back into the Puzzle. The woman and boy looked at one another.

     "He was probably shy about it," Yugi said.

     "I think perhaps he's starting to remember his past," Ishisu stated. "This poem could accurately describe the duel 5,000 years ago as it began."

     Yami appeared once more. "But Ishisu, I haven't remembered a thing."

    "Perhaps not conciously, but the emotion is there, my pharaoh. The rest will come soon, I think."

    "I hope you're right."