[A sudden feed cuts in and out... or rather, on and off. A grim, unsmiling face-upside down, no less-glares into the communicator, the backdrop showing off the rotted, sunken roof of the old school house against an unhappy sky. The line of sweat gleaming on his brow suggests that, whoever this newcomer is, they've been here just long enough to go
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You get 305.
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I beg your pardon? Who are you? What is 305?
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I see. Do you live near 305 as well? Are you alone?
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'Master'? Where are your parents?
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[Link's not so sure he wants to live near someone that forces pale, eerie children to say those things.]
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[His eyebrows raise.]
Is that not where I was to...?
[Oh.]
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[Is that a faint tremor of uncertainty in his voice?]
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I suppose we shall.
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