Everyone had moved out to the park after they had finished eating. Charjer sat against a large tree as he watched his comrades. Ate and Cueball were sparring with Smirk close by sitting cross-legged, clapping her hands in joy, cheering for each as one or the other gained the upper hand.

To his right, Ryoga was teaching Gohan how to cast some spells. "Don't think you know it," Ryoga told Gohan. "Know you know it." Gohan nodded. He enclosed his hands into a circular shape. He concentrated, body shaking, and produced a fireball. He looked at it and the fireball fizzled out.

"You broke your concentration." Gohan sighed. Ryoga gave him a pat on the back. "Don't worry. Just give it time." Gohan nodded.

Charjer smiled as he watched the action before him. Then he heard it. A faint voice, carried by the wind.

Help me!

Charjer looked around, searching for its source.

Please, help me!

He looked past his comrades further out into the park, searching for its source.

Charjer! He stood up abruptly. The voice sounded desperate this time.

Please!! Rescue me!

"Who are you?" he asked out loud. Everyone stopped to look at him.

"Charjer?" Ryoga said questioningly. "What is it? What do you hear?"

"A voice, as if carried by the wind," he answered. Ryoga nodded in recognition.

Ate scratched his head cluelessly. "I don't hear anything."

Cueball smacked the back of Ate's head. "Dumb barbarian."

Who are you? Charjer said in his thoughts. He received a response.

Kechara.