Does anyone happen to know if there's a possible fuel source around here that's like gasoline? Christmas left me with something of mine that is going to need it.

[His PCD pans down away from him and shows his motorcycle. It's a shiny thing.]

Usagi. I know you took my green jacket. It was in my room, and now it's gone. I know you don't like it, but I do. Please give it back.

[He sighs.] If anyone finds an olive green sportcoat, please return it to me. Thank you.

[It's a nice day. There's still snow on the ground, which means it's good snuggling weather. Perfect for a nice, romantic walk. A date. A semi-first date for Usagi. This is where he'd come up to her bedroom door and knock.]

Usagi?

Seems like things are getting back to normal. Is everyone doing okay?

Also... who runs the clinic? I'd like to offer to help out.

[Mamoru's used a phone before, obviously, but the PCD is different. Plus, he's worried out of his mind, and he's a bit defensive. This is not where he was heading. The PCD clicks on as he's halfway through talking to himself.]-to be an explanation for this, Mamoru. You've seen weirder. This is just a dream, and you're going to wake up and Usagi's ( Read more... )