Vanitas could do nothing but watch from the seats surrounding the ice as Yuri fell and fell, over and over again. He could hear each and every taunt that was thrown the young man's way and as he climbed over the seats and into the aisle his anger rose.

"Leave him alone!" he yelled but it sounded like an echo even to his own ears. He reached the glass surrounding the rink and slammed a fist against it just as someone pressed a boot down against the old man's back, one slam turning into another as Vanitas tried to break it--tried to force the panel door open but it wouldn't budge.

"He isn't nothing you asshole!" Vanitas yelled again just as the ice cracked and Yuri was pulled under. "NO!"

Panic seized him and he tried to get through, threw his entire weight against the door--

Only to snap awake.

Sweat made his hair stick to his forehead in an awkward way but he didn't pay it any attention, untangling himself from his sheets so he could go over to Yuri's bed.

"Yuri--Yuri??"