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[Dated to... after the Pokémon plot ended, before anything else weird began.

Rin is in Galadriel's room, crouched in front of what appears to be a giant pot holding her new Maractus, which came back with her. She stares at it rocks back and forth and makes weird cooing and burbling noises to itself.]

Weeiiiird... [Ah, breathless. And then her attention switches to the journal.]

Hey ev'rybody! I'm back! I don't remember anything that happened last week, mostly. [An exaggeration but.] But it was kinda fun, huh? I like these weird animals! They're a little scary too, though.

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[he still sticks next to the window--staying by the walls makes him feel safer--but he turns to face her at least]

You said that already, about the green.

...Was there anything else? You don't remember maybe why you were here?

Somebody told me that my mom and dad were gonna come get me so I just had to wait... but I don't think that really happened, even though I went home after all. But it's weird. Time n'things are weird here.

[She pats her hands down on her thighs a few times. She's just thinking.] Nobody told me why we're here. Maybe we should ask Galadriel?

[there's a flicker of an expression that might as well have been an eyeroll as he glances out the window again]

She doesn't explain anything.

I don't think anybody told me before. But we haven't asked her, so maybe she'll explain.

She won't.

[picking at the edge of the windowsill]

Well we haven't even tried! Anyway, who else you wanna ask? Do you even know anybody?

[he gives her a look, but it's mostly too blank to read, before his gaze wanders again]

It doesn't matter. I don't think anyone will tell us, even if we ask.

... Do you think they know?

[It is kind of unimaginable that a grown-up should not know something, okay.]

[he pauses in fidgeting with the windowsill, to think. and sigh quietly.]

I don't know. They might.

[She actually sounds - kind of nervous. Is it worse being lied to be adults, or knowing they're not infallible?]

It's nice here...

It can't be real.

Why not?

Because no place is like this.

... Like what?

[Like what part in particular..]

[he turns and slides his back down the wall, until he's sitting against it under the window]

All of it.

That's not true. This place is like this. We're here right now.

[he just... drops it, and folds his arms over his knees. Arguing with a little kid is dumb. So he'll just settle for boredly watching her instead.]

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