[Another world. Another world without Syaoran, or Mokona, or... or Kuro-tan. He didn't even get to speak to Kuro-tan before he found himself here, alone and unprepared. He doesn't even know where here is, or how he got here--certainly not his own magic, nor Mokona's. At least Kurogane is alive. Tomoyo's healers have pulled him through, and Kuro-pon's a fighter. He'll be fine. Fai, however, is not at all sure that he'll be fine.
The weight of this dimensional shift hits him like a ton of bricks. There's no telling if the others are here. What if he can't find them? What if.... The adorable flying bunnies are trying to tell him something, pushing a magic book into his hands. Fai nods absently, barely paying attention, until they bid him farewell and he stumbles out into this new world. Wanders, for how long he couldn't say. Collapses at the base of a tree, tears in his one good eye and a hand pressed to his face.
There is a pretty blond man with an eyepatch, wearing a lovely pale blue furisode, having a small breakdown under a tree.]
Later;
[Now that he's got that out of his system, Fai is wandering around this new world with his journal tucked under one arm. His eye is red--it's obvious he's been crying--but he's got it under control for the moment.
Eventually he stops to rest his free hand against another tree. Calling out may not be the wisest idea in a new world, but--]