That was a unique week of students asking advice on how to time-manage fighting crime as a magical girl while keeping up with school responsibilities and getting senpais to notice them. And then Dinkerton wanted me to cash in on my contract with him.

I've been asked this three times today already so I'd just thought I'd let everybody know.
I don't have a neuralyzer. Sorry. I don't know who told people I did. That's one of those flashy things men in black have that can make you forget wearing skirts, for those who are unfamiliar. I only offer very sound advice on dealing with remembering. I'm not affiliated with that department.

Did anyone borrow a pen from me?

[because frills would just make this more traumatic than it needs to be.]


[a human sniffle. concerned growling.] -What's that, boy? [clatter. more soft growling.]

...a 'Gear or somethin'...Ruby? Ya ninny ya're in this mess too, right?

...


Chief? Papa? There's something real screwy goin' on...we're just as real as real gets, what kinda nut would even think up somethin' like...

[growwwwwwl :c.]

Where is this island, anyways? Is it another one "outside a' time"? That's gotta be it.