Some people are bothered by having found themselves on an alien spaceship, their worlds destroyed, their friends and loved ones sealed away if they're living at all, and that's all quite understandable.

Allen does not now, and has not previously, appeared to be one of these people. At the very least, missing home has never gotten in the way of his focus at work.

Lately, he's been even more focused than usual. Strong work ethic? Possibly. But it's also meant a noticeable drop in his socializing outside the workplace, but hey, there's always a ton of work to do in Engineering anyway, so no reason he shouldn't be at work. Even if it's a bit of an abrupt change. And even if only his co-workers have probably noticed.

In any case, he is anticipating some visitors today, but working steadily away on the department's list of projects before his meetings - and he'll probably still be working while they're taking place.

Tsukasa was speeding, by any American measurements of motorcycle speed. He didn't really care, though; something was drawing him somewhere...a feeling that he couldn't quite place.

Where am I? He thought, and then he pulled out his Omnicom to consult the map function. "Huh...I'm only a few blocks away from the Jedi Temple." Continuing to attempt to figure out where he was, he (rather ignobily) bumped into a low fence.

"OW!" It was more of surprise than any actual pain, though. When he looked up, he saw..."The Hikari Studio."

...............

Once he had stepped inside, Tsukasa took in the condition of his second home/workplace/inn between the worlds. To put it simply, it had not fared well. Bits and pieces of old photo frames, furniture, and dished littered the main foyer that doubled as the main studio. "Just what happened before I woke up here?" Tsukasa asked, picking up a picture off the floor.

I remember this...it was right before I left my orginial world. I insisted on a picture of me and Sayo together so she would have something in case I didn't come back. A small smile played at his lips as he sat down on a small couch near a table. She gave it to me before she left on her own journey...to remember her.

He started to think; trying, desperately, to recall anything between the defeat of DaiShocker and waking up aboard the Meatship. There was nothing, though; just a blank time period, like he was asleep without having any recalled dreams. The sheer lack of memory started to anger him; Tsukasa stood, and threw the table. "Why?! Why can't I remember?! This is worse than before, at least then I couldn't recall anything! This...this..." Tsukasa slumped onto the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

"Sayo...Natsumi...Yuusuke...old man Eijiro...hell, even Kivara and Kaito. Where are you? Are you safe? Are you even alive?" With these thoughts, Tsukasa Kadoya, Kamen Rider Decade (the destroyer of worlds) stopped caring about anything except his comrades and his family.