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"I don't know what Asai's plan is." I cross my arms. "But I might know someone who does."
"Who?"

"The clown I have in time-out."

"Hold on, Masami. Do we have time to waste with that clown?"
"I don't know, but I don't think fighting Asai now is going to solve anything. Look, the adults have already cut down a legion of them, and they keep standing back up."

"But-"
"We need to do it quick. I'm not sure how longer Mom can hold out."

That part is true. If we don't squeeze out some answers, Mom might break down into a fit. She's already looking disturbed right now.
A part of me wants to grab her and go hide in the other world, and-

"Masami." Haruko nudges me. "Mom isn't a part of this fight, let's grab her if we go to the other world."
"Huh? I was just thinking the same thing."
"So it's a good idea! Let's do it!"

Before I can even say anything, she's jumped off the clocktower and made a beeline for Mom. I'm right behind her.

I want to listen what Asai is saying to her, but Haruko immediately evaporates him with her red mist. She must be angry.
"Mom!"
"Uhh!? What? Haruko!?"

I grab Mom's hand and take out the house card. Mom is still extremely confused at my sudden appearance, but we can worry about that later!

--

"W- I don't understand, what are we doing!?"
"We're gonna hide here from Asai, then we're gonna find out how-"

We appear in the mansion with a jolt.

On the couch, there seems to be a pile of issues as high as I am. Next to it is a familiar girl with a silly hat and over-sized shorts. She sniffles as she rubs another tissue against her nose. Slowly, she looks in my direction.

"P-please let me go. I'm sorry. I don't want to be alone anymore. I just wanna go home. I didn't mean to cause you trouble. I want to go home."
She sniffles. "P-please, I'm sorry. I'll go away and never bother you again. Let me go home."

Uh oh.

Mom turns to me, puts her hands on her hips.
"What is this about?"

I may have done a very cruel thing.

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