I'm baaaaaack! Haha it's only been a day! I was going to put this up as soon as I got home from sledding, but I faceplanted in the snow and I had a headache after, so yeah. This takes place about five months after the end of What If?

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Tron. However, I own Dianna. I WIN! :D The song Dianna is singing is Thank Goodness from Wicked, which I also do not own.

Dianna's POV

I yawned and lay on my bed tiredly. I really didn't feel like getting up, but I heard Yori calling for me again. I grumbled.

"Dianna! Come on, please!" I groaned.

"Ten more minutes! Please! I haven't had an actual sleep in how many cycles!"

I heard a sigh in response to my complaining. But it was true; I haven't slept in many cycles. To be honest, I haven't slept since Sam and Quorra got out. I kept having nightmares of Sam not getting out. But I knew he was out, so I had nothing to worry about. It didn't stop me from waking up screaming and crying every night though.

"Dianna! Come on!" I moaned and stood up. I caught sight of myself in the mirror. The same blue eyes, caramel hair. It wasn't long anymore though; after my hair got caught in a door, and also since I was lazy, I cut it short. It grazed the bottom of my chin, but that was the longest part of it. I made my way lazily down the stairs. Yori was waiting for me. "Come on!" She pulled my arm.

"What's going on?" I asked as she covered my eyes. "Oh, come on! Take your hands off!" I heard her laugh.

"Not a chance, Dianna!"I groaned dramatically. Yori and Tron were amazing enough to take me in while I was in the Grid. I loved both of them so much. I felt Yori let go of my arm. She pulled her hand off of my eyes.

"Happy birthday!" My face lit up. The room was decorated with extra lights. Tron, Yori, and Gem were standing there smiling at me. I ran over and hugged them all. It was a great day, but there was one thing missing.

Sam.

Sam's POV
It had been a full year that I had been running ENCOM. It was pretty cool, though. Quorra was always coming by to see me, and I had Alan helping me.

But I was missing something pretty important. Dianna.

It had been a full year since Quorra and I had escaped from the Grid. But Dianna… She was still stuck there. I didn't know what was going on in there. I had no idea if she was okay, except for the letter that came five months ago. She could have been lying, to make me feel better. I still dealt with the guilt of leaving her there. Alan and Lora had forgiven me, but I could tell it was still a sore subject for them. If anyone brought Dianna up, Lora usually burst into tears and Alan would become very quiet.

Quorra still cried over Dianna. Quorra and Dianna had bonded back in the Grid, and Quorra hadn't forgiven herself either for leaving her behind.

Honestly, I still cried over Dianna. I missed her so much. About a week after I got out of the Grid, I started having nightmares. Nightmares about Clu torturing Dianna, Dianna being hurt. It usually woke me up, and I'd spend the rest of the night sitting around.

I heard a knock on my door. I sighed. "Come in." It was Alan.

"Hey, Sam." He looked older now, ever since I told him there was a chance Dianna was gone. Not that I'm going to let that happen, but still.

"Hey. What's up?" Alan looked at me.

"Have you been back to the arcade since…" He paused. I could tell he didn't want to revisit that memory. I shook my head. He held up his pager and tossed it to me. "I got another page from the office. You might want to go check it out." He stood up and started to leave. He turned back. "When you find Dianna, tell her that we miss her." Alan left the office quietly while I stared at the pager.

I knew where I was going tonight. I grabbed my phone and called Quorra immediately. Back to the Grid it is.

Dianna's POV

After the small party had subsided and Gem left to go back to the club, I was left sitting in the room alone. I smiled. It had been a fun party.

For some reason, for the first time in many cycles, I felt like going back to where the portal used to be. I saw Tron and Yori talking, so I grabbed my baton and quietly slipped out. It was good going out sometimes. I felt like singing again. I started to hum a part of a song from Wicked.

"That's why I couldn't be happier, no, I couldn't be happier, though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit, unlike I anticipated, but I couldn't be happier, simply couldn't be happier, well - not "simply": 'Cause getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems, a little - well – complicated, there's a kind of a sort of : cost, there's a couple of things get: lost, there are bridges you cross, you didn't know you crossed until you've crossed, and if that joy, that thrill, doesn't thrill you like you think it will…" I stopped and opened the baton, suddenly finding myself in a boat. I paddled out a little farther and stopped. In the first few cycles I had been in the Grid, I came out here every day, to the point where I knew exactly how far it was.

I sighed, recalling the last memory I had of Sam. It was when I was trapped in that terrible glass room and Quorra was flying them away. I remembered the way he sat, the look on his face as he fought to get home. He had looked determined to hit all of Clu's guards and Clu himself. But I saw something else, sadness. I saw him look up at the ship several times. I hoped he had seen me. He probably did.

I shook my head. It was time to get back.

So, yes, Dianna is adjusted to living in the Grid, kind of. This is a very bad chapter compared to most of my other ones D: So review, rate, blah blah blah!

Again, I'll be putting the songs that inspired me here, and there will be songs that repeat sometimes, so please don't laugh!

Songs:

Express Yourself- Glee, Secrets- OneRepublic, Bohemian Rhapsody- Glee, Bad Romance- Glee, Thank Goodness- Glee, Home- Daughtry

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