It was early morning when Tahu woke up once again. After many long months of doing this every night, it was a habit. He would wake up almost every hour to check and see if his mother was by him, near him, or if she had dissapeared again. In the dim light of the rising sun, Tahu saw that his mother's form was still laying beside him, breathing in and out.

He let out a long breath and, though he had been shaken awake by his own agitation, felt the need to get up and use his legs. They seemed to have become quite restless lately. Maybe it was an urge to go home? He figured it was such, as he hadn't seen his homelands for many, many days. His heart ached somewhat from the seperation, as this was really his first long stay away from his home, and it was tough. But he had to have left, otherwise Temari would never have gotten better. She would have died.

That would not have sat well with Tahu, and he was quite please, as he looked back at his mother still where she was laying, that he had stuck with tracking her, and gone through all those sleepless nights. He couldn't live without the origional copy of him. He turned an lightly stepped toward no where, just needing to stretch his legs.