It was a stupid idea to leave the train in a place like this. Masako was annoyed at herself for having the worst sense of direction ever, and annoyed in general. Now she was somewhere in the forest with no idea of which way to go. She hoped she'd be lucky enough to run into someone else who might at least be able to direct her back to the train, ( Read more... )

Masako was anxious for the train to stop again soon. She was oddly optimistic, or maybe just desperate that the next stop would be easier to leave from. Did it even matter at this point if she got back home? Of course it did! A Number should never think that way. But anyway, now she was still stuck here. As there was nothing to do, she went to the ( Read more... )

This was becoming too frustrating. First, she was stopped from leaving by that meddling spy, or whoever he was. And now there was too much snow. At this rate, by the time Masako made it home, there was no way anyone would believe that she wasn't a traitor. As she was in her room and no one was around, she took out her Angel Voice card. It was given ( Read more... )

Now that the train had stopped at last, escape was near. The phones don't work, they say? Fine. Masako had other plans. All she had to do was go out in the cold, ask the locals for directions, and then hopefully be able to follow them. She was a bit disappointed that by leaving, she'd miss out on the singing contest. When the idea was announced, it ( Read more... )

In the lounge, Masako was contemplating her talk with that woman she'd met the other day. She wasn't sure if she should worry more about the fact that this person had possibly figured out all of her secrets and might expose them once they got off the train, or that she honestly had no idea what she was doing a week ago before suddenly finding ( Read more... )

She didn't have the slightest idea why the train still hadn't left this weird town, but she wasn't happy about it. It just became progressively harder to believe she'd ever find a way off, or even a way to mail the fictitious letter that she hadn't actually written ( Read more... )

Deciding to leave the train (hopefully she could find her way back later so she wasn't stranded here when the train decided to leave,) Masako found herself in the Pokemon Center. She hoped there were lots of people in this town, so maybe she could find someone to play a game of Battle Spirits against ( Read more... )

Bored, Masako wandered into the lounge cart. She'd seen that there was a tv there, but never actually tried it. But maybe she could get the news at least, and see if anything was happening back in reality. When she finished flipping through the channels, she shut it off ( Read more... )

In the time that had gone by since her arrival, Masako was still anticipating her return, somewhat in denial that she would really be stuck here for a very long time.  But sadly, nothing had changed.

She remembered the idea she'd gotten from that girl she was talking to (she'd have to catch her name another time) to write a letter back home, in case ( Read more... )

Leave it to her to wander onto the same unusual train while on a routine delivery mission twice. However Masako found her way onto this train, she was not happy about it. From what she gathered, it traveled improbable distances at rapid speeds, possibly to alternate worlds or something. She didn't understand and didn't really want to. All she ( Read more... )