Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
[Hello, there! So: that whole thing where he's gotten accustomed to using voice? And generally only moves back to text when he has something to hide? Yes, well.]
[TEXT]
There is a circus in town. You have to see it at night; it isn't open during the day. I waited to be sure.
They're holding it in Central Park. I don't know how.
Going back on Wednesday.
I would also like to know about 'ghosts'.
[Encrypted to: Hiruma]
Take your notebook, if you go.
[Encrypted to: Quatre]
You have a tent there. I saw it.
[TEXT]
There is a circus in town. You have to see it at night; it isn't open during the day. I waited to be sure.
They're holding it in Central Park. I don't know how.
Going back on Wednesday.
I would also like to know about 'ghosts'.
[Encrypted to: Hiruma]
Take your notebook, if you go.
[Encrypted to: Quatre]
You have a tent there. I saw it.