...This is the third time since I've been here.

I think the high school is safe again, so for anyone in the SOS Brigade, you can probably go to club meetings without getting clobbered.

Uh, I am also supposed to ask if there are any other people in Discedo who are interested in joining. It's.... fun. [clears throat] If you do, let me know and I'll take care of it somehow

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I think I'm having that dream again; the one where the population of Discedo increases by an incredible amount and then everything goes back to normal. Can we please just skip the first part and go to the "back to normal" part? Whatever normal is for Discedo.

Freud is having a field trip again. I’m sure of it. I’m asleep in my bed that just happened to be where a closed space formed.

Because I can’t be back here again. It just isn’t possible. I put this place behind me as a dream and whoever is responsible for bringing me back here better be a good runner.

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[ His voice is quiet as though he hasn't gone to sleep yet. The tone sounds a little hopeless or perhaps a bit fearful of what's to come still. ]

I never thought I'd be spending my seventeenth birthday like this. This smog.... It's never going away, is it?

I suppose earthquakes have always been a bit [...] common... in Japan.... Perhaps not common, but maybe small ones once or twice a year because of volcanoes. They've never been big, so I can't say I'm used to the whole world shaking like mad thing like what's happening now.

What the hell is going on? This isn't going to be like Sakurajima, is it

On this day last year, I wished for selfish things. If I had foreseen the future, I probably would have wished for something else. Orihime and Hikoboshi are probably laughing at me right now.

Has anyone been to the lake before? I imagine the tides would be intense, since there are two moons and all.

[ The communicator turns on with a sharp intake of air as he starts to speak, but no other sound comes out. There's a full minute of silence before he finally finds his words. ]

They come back, don't they? They always come back. Right?

[ The sound of a what seems to be a metal bucket, a splash of water, followed by a sharp, pained scream. ]