Vampires are beings that drink the blood of humans… and of other living creatures. They have sharp fangs, are dangerous, hear and see well, and fear light and roses. The oldest vampire, Dracula—the Death's brother who hasn't appeared in years—is the first vampire in Grimmhoth. They say he has long black hair and four wings, each with a large eye. He's said to be so strong he can kill several people within seconds. According to descriptions, humans taste delicious… but elves—especially female elves—taste so sweet that he mostly hunted elves. Of course, he stopped because the Dark Bride herself is said to be half elf and half witch."
(Lightning!)
Clémence: "You need to know: vampires may fear light, but there's only one kind of light that can kill them—lightning, or electricity. A kind of electric light, not the kind in lamps. Also, they should fear roses—their scent makes vampires dizzy."Fiona: "But there haven't been any roses found for 600 years."Clémence: "Oh, there have. In our garden. The Lacroix family has kept them in the garden for ages… We are hunters, after all."Fiona: "Hunters?"Elizabeth: "The Lacroix—Les mains des damnés—also fight and hunt the supernatural: Namesis, zombies, vampires… and ghouls."Fiona: "Ghouls…"Clémence: "Here's the problem: ghoul attacks are often mistaken for vampire attacks. They have similar traits—pale skin, fondness for blood, they're monsters—but they aren't intelligent like vampires. Ghouls are also much weaker; they can't use magic."Fiona: "Vampires, on the other hand, can—curses and blood magic."Clémence: "Exactly. You paid attention in class."Fiona: "No… but I'm interested in this—curses from spirits and banshees. Vampires and banshees make a wickedly good team… which means these cases might be connected to banshees."Clémence: "Or they're using the usual simple trick…"Fiona: "…Necromancer?"Clémence: "The books of Oz, the dark mages of the Oz family… necromancy. There's another one, called Occhio Morto—the Dead Eye."Fiona: "You don't mean the Dead Eye book by Oz's rival, Leonardo da Vinci II?"Clémence: "That's the one. Funny, isn't it? His father, a famous painter; the son, a dark mage… who took the dark path."Fiona: "I thought that was a legend."Clémence: "No. The reason is simple—Leonardo da Vinci II fell in love with a woman… who turned out to be a vampire. So he learned dark magic to find a way to help the woman he loved—against the light and against the torment in her body. Thus… Occhio Morto contains spells only the undead can speak."Fiona: "How, if he wasn't undead?"Clémence: "He was almost dead—gravely ill. Because of that, he could see spirits."Fiona: "Hmm…"Elizabeth: "Sorry to interrupt—how does this connect to our case?"Clémence: "Simple. That book—Occhio Morto, the Dead Eye—allowed vampires to find a way not to be sensitive to light anymore… an earring."Fiona: "Well, we can't attack everyone wearing an earring. We'd have to arrest or kill almost everyone."Clémence: "That's what the roses are for. We can make sure roses are used during the festival."Fiona: "What festival?"Elizabeth: "Oh right—she means the Festival of Joy."Fiona: "Aha… sounds like something that's not for me."Daisy: "(Sweats)…"Oliver: "Good grief…"Grey: "She's scary…"Fiona: "I can hear you when you talk loudly, you know?"Grey: "We wanted you to hear."Fiona: "… (Sweats)… aha… Now I know why I think you're a bird."Grey: "I'm not a bird."Fiona: "Uh-huh."Clémence: "(Sweats)… uh."Elizabeth: "Hahhh…"
(A few hours later)
They headed to the street where the victim was found. The body had already been removed, so they had to go to the morgue.
(Lightning!)
Clémence: "This is her."Fiona: "Hmm."
It was a young woman, around twenty-seven, blonde hair, a wound on the neck, but for some reason her hands were over her belly.
Grey: "Look—she's holding her stomach."Fiona: "Hmm."
She moved the hands away.
Fiona: "Ugh…"
Her organs were exposed.
Clémence: "Oh… those are… yes… her organs."Fiona: "What's odd is whether this was really a vampire attack."Grey: "Hmm."Fiona: "Hmm."
She opened the mouth.
Fiona: "Scent of food in the mouth… something sweet…"Clémence: "She was last seen near a restaurant—that would explain it."Fiona: "One thing's certain—the vampire didn't kill just for blood."Clémence: "Hmm?"Fiona: "The wound on the neck is deeper than a normal vampire bite… The wound on the abdomen… that isn't really important to a vampire. Vampires want blood, not flesh like ghouls."Grey: "Maybe it was a ghoul."Fiona: "Then it would have eaten the organs instead of simply opening the belly and leaving them."Daisy: "Maybe the killer was interrupted or heard something…"Fiona: "Could be… but I don't think so. At that time there were hardly any people outside. When was the body discovered?"Clémence: "Around 9 p.m."Fiona: "Hmm… So a little over ten hours ago… hmm?"
She looked at the hand—it was crushed.
Fiona: "Hmm?"Clémence: "What is it?"Fiona: "Her hand… and her arm are broken."Grey: "She fought back."Fiona: "No… I don't think she even heard him. Vampires are three times as fast as humans, hear five times better than humans, and see six times better than humans. It's always night here, so she sees less of what's happening…"Daisy: "Hmm…"Fiona: "She was last seen at a restaurant—was she found there too?"Clémence: "No… I don't think so."Elizabeth: "According to the authorities, she suddenly appeared in the middle of a street. Before that—nothing. A witness said the body was just suddenly there."Daisy: "Weird."Fiona: "Hmm… Do we have photos of her?"Elizabeth: "Hmm… yes."Clémence: "Why?"Elizabeth: "Here—I expected we'd need something like this. It isn't a photo… but rather… a personal item. Will that work?"Fiona: "Hmm?… It might—if it belonged to her."
Fiona took the item, drew a pistol.
Clémence: "Ugh."
(Bang!)
She shot herself in the head as her clock-hand eye spun, then collapsed.
(Wshhh!)
Fiona: "Ugh…"
She became a spirit again.
Fiona: "Hmm…"
But it was… a children's room.
Fiona: "Damn… Just as I thought—this won't work if the object wasn't held near the moment of death. She must not have touched it for a long time…"
She looked around.
Fiona: "Hmm."
There was a picture with her name—Emma. Emma Trenthold.Fiona: "Hmm… She was just a child here…"
She looked closer.
Fiona: "There's a date… 1448. Older than I thought… Unfortunately I can't learn more or help you. I'm only human—sometimes I can become a spirit, but… I'm sorry. I hope you're not suffering as a ghost…"
She looked around again.
Fiona: "I'm sure it was a vampire. I'm sorry I can't help or save you. I'm a human… who can sometimes become a spirit…"
She moved on, looking.
Fiona: "Hmm?"
(Tick!)
Fiona: "Time to go back."
She returned to her body.
Fiona: "Ghhhhh… hahhhhh… hahhhhh…"Clémence: "Ugh… amazing… That's the power of the Card of the Mysterious?"Fiona: "Hahhh… Yes, but I can't use it for long. For you it's an hour… for me it's only a minute—or sometimes five. It depends. Five minutes max."Clémence: "I see… Did you see anything?"Fiona: "No. The item is hers, but she hadn't used it in a long time—it only takes me to when she last touched it."Clémence: "Is it the same with photos?"Fiona: "No… With photos it goes to the moment after they're no longer alive. My left eye's clock-hand then turns to that time. It has to be a dead person, by the way—which means I can't save someone if we're trying to find them alive. For that I need a personal item, for example…"Clémence: "Wow…"Fiona: "Either way… we need another way to find the vampire."Clémence: "And how?"
Fiona thought, sitting down on a chair.
Fiona: "Hmm… (She wasn't killed in front of the restaurant… but her body was found there. Stomach organs exposed—so not just a vampire after blood, but one who hunts humans for fun. The woman held her stomach… which means… he likely slit her abdomen first and only then bit her neck… That would also explain why her hands were on her belly…)"Clémence: "Hmm?"Fiona: "I think this is roughly how the vampire killed her. I'll show you. Crane, how about a hand?"Crane: "Hmm."
From the hat he emerged.
Crane: "If I must."Clémence: "Oh…"Fiona: "Time to show you how it could have happened."
She pulled out a curtain and some stage figurines; Crane began to play a tune with instruments.
(Ding!)
Fiona: "Now."Clémence: "What is this supposed to be…?"Fiona: "You'll see."
(Bzzz!)
The stage moved.
Fiona: "I learned this more or less from someone I once knew—his name was Pinocchio—and through the Card of the Mysterious I have a similar ability. It's called Stage Scene. It shows roughly how a crime went down."
The puppets moved, growing to human size; the stage became a full set and began to animate.
Fiona: "The victim was found in front of the restaurant… but she wasn't killed there."Clémence: "Oh…"
The puppets acted.
Fiona: "The victim was somewhere else… probably walking…"Clémence: "But they said she was last seen at the restaurant."Fiona: "She visited the restaurant, yes… but then she left—probably walking or going home… That's when the vampire appeared."
A second puppet—shaped like a vampire—appeared.
Fiona: "He ripped open her abdomen so fast she didn't even know what happened…"Clémence: "Oh."
The puppet clutched its stomach—just as she had.
Fiona: "So she held her belly—understandable; that's a human reflex… Then she died a few seconds later… and the vampire returned to drink her blood. Then he took her body and dumped it at the restaurant."Clémence: "But why?"Fiona: "Most likely he encountered her there."Clémence: "You mean he followed her."Fiona: "Exactly."
The stage closed.
Fiona: "Again—only this time…"
She took out a cassette.
Fiona: "This cassette I also have from the Card of the Mysterious. The card and ability are called Sketch. This will show it more precisely."
She slid it into a screen—an animated black-and-white cartoon appeared, showing exactly how the victim was killed.
Elizabeth: "Interesting ability… How did you film that so fast?"Fiona: "Oh… this cassette records everything I say and turns it into a short animated film. It just takes time… That's why I showed you the stage first. All right… The vampire didn't do it just to drink blood but…"Clémence: "To kill. The goal wasn't the blood… but to kill her."Fiona: "Exactly. It reminds me of someone… A criminal… I once saw in papers… Jack the Reapper."Elizabeth: "Hmm…"Fiona: "I think it's him… The same style. Back then the people writing the papers probably didn't realize they were talking about a vampire here, not a human."Clémence: "That would also explain why he disappeared without real details."Fiona: "Exactly."Elizabeth: "Couldn't it be a copycat?"Fiona: "No. I'll tell you something. When I still worked for Dark Umbrella, they gave me a task—to find Jack the Reapper. There was too much evidence he was still alive—just somewhere else."Clémence: "Oho…"Fiona: "And when I researched, I noticed something. Every ten years… there are several unexplained murders of young women… Every ten years. And even if he was fast and clever, one thing was still discovered: one of his victims… had a child. A little girl. She saw what happened. Of course no one thought she could help, because she was a child. They asked what she saw and she said… Teeth and red eyes."
She held up a photo of a young woman.
Fiona: "This girl was murdered ten years ago… in the same way… exactly when she turned sixteen."Clémence: "Poor girl."Fiona: "Maybe he wanted revenge because she saw him."Grey: "That makes no sense—why wait ten years?"Fiona: "… Probably because he didn't want to kill a child… Though I think he appears every ten years and then disappears for a simple reason… something holds him back. A kind of limit… transformation…"Clémence: "Hmm?"Fiona: "Hmm?"Clémence: "What if he's… only a half-vampire?"Fiona: "What?"Clémence: "You've heard of them—half-vampire, half-human. The Clown himself is a half-vampire, half-something."Fiona: "That's true…"Clémence: "So there could be another."Fiona: "You're forgetting something. The Clown isn't half human—he's half spirit. Half vampire, half spirit… likely because of his mother; he was born even though she'd been dead for weeks. Her spirit kept him warm."Clémence: "Oh…"Fiona: "I think this one is half human, half vampire."Elizabeth: "Hmm… and why do you think so?"Fiona: "Well… Look at her fingers. She had no time to react, but it seems that right before she died and he drank her blood, she grabbed his neck or arm very hard—hard enough to break her own hands."Grey: "Oh… she's right—they're twisted; the fingers are bent."Fiona: "Which means the vampire wasn't strong enough to instantly break free—or rather not fast enough. Vampires are far faster than humans. But a half-vampire is only three or four times as fast as a human, while full vampires are usually seven or eight times as fast."Clémence: "So how do we catch him?"Fiona: "Hmm… There's a big advantage when it comes to a half-vampire."Clémence: "Hmm?"Fiona: "Roses don't work… at least not as strongly—maybe not at all."Clémence: "Ugh…"
She sat again.
Fiona: "Think about it… He still has a half-human body and a half-vampire body. That means it either only partly works… or not at all."Grey: "Hmm."
Fiona stood and approached the body.
Fiona: "I need a photo of her immediately… How does no one know who she is?"Clémence: "Well… she was… avoided."Fiona: "Why?"Clémence: "They said… she was a witch."Fiona: "Hmm?… Well, I know her name. I saw a photo through the item—it had her name: Emma Trenthold."Clémence: "Oh… That helps. I can quickly ask my friends at the precinct."Fiona: "Do that, please."
(A few days earlier)
(In a gloomy, cold, dark alley)
(Splach!)(Hrrrrrrrrrr)
Clown: "Hey…"
He turned around.
Clown: "You look hungry… Jack."Jack: "Ugh… You're… the one I met a hundred years ago. You… you made me what I am—a half-vampire—by killing my mother but filling her womb with your blood!"Clown: "You remember?"Jack: "I saw you seventy years ago last…"Clown: "I want to tell you… I'm proud… that you're here. I have a task. I want you to commit… a murder. As always. Just like I planted in your head—every ten years… kill at least one or two people."Jack: "Ugh…"Clown: "Be careful—you might get caught. There's a detective here right now."Jack: "A woman?"Clown: "Yes. Her name is Fiona Household. I want you to watch her. You may not kill her."Jack: "And what if I have to?"Clown: "You may not—because if you do… I will kill your descendants… your great-great-granddaughter."Jack: "Ugh…"Clown: "Hahhh…"
He walked up to him and whispered.
Clown: "You will kill someone… The woman you're dating right now. You are going to think she cheated on you… You will kill her in anger and only remember an hour later that she didn't cheat… You will not kill the detective."
He looked him in the eye.
Clown: "Fiona Household must not die. Do you hear me… I need her."Jack: "And why… why must I remember that I killed my woman even though she was innocent…?"Clown: "Because I like to torture you. Do it. You have only four days. Got it?"
(Back to the present)
Clémence: "We found something."Elizabeth: "Her name is, as you said—your memory was right—Emma Trenthold."Fiona: "Hmm."Clémence: "Here's the photo. Will you use the Card of the Mysterious again now?"Fiona: "No… I'm only supposed to use it three times a week."Clémence: "Hmm?"Fiona: "Using it several times a day is dangerous. I could end up stuck in the spirit world… That would be bad."Clémence: "I understand."Fiona: "We have to wait 24 hours. Until then, I'd say… we look for more clues."
(A few hours later)
Fiona needed to rest—she had a headache. She returned to the Ainsworth family castle, to her room, and lay on the bed.
Fiona: "Ahhhhh…"Crane: "Tired?"Fiona: "Yeah…"Crane: "You're a young woman after all—this is a lot."Fiona: "(Cough)… I think I stayed too long in spirit form."Crane: "Be careful—it's dangerous when a human stays too long in the spirit world. You could get stuck there."Fiona: "I know."Crane: "So what do you think?"Fiona: "Something's off… Look here—in the photo… she has a ring."Crane: "Hmm?"Fiona: "She is—or was—married."Crane: "I see."Fiona: "Why haven't we heard anything from a partner or ex? Which means…"Crane: "He's the killer."Fiona: "Well… no proof yet, but in cases like this it's usually the partner—especially the ex—who's the prime suspect. There's a lot of hate. For a stranger, it makes little sense. So the person hated her."Crane: "Hmm?"Fiona: "Hmm…"Crane: "… No. Fiona—whatever it is—don't call him."Fiona: "I have to use the card, Crane."
She took out a card. It read "White Rabbit," with a picture of a rabbit in a suit and hat. She tossed the card and he appeared.
Fiona: "Hahh… Long time no see, Mr. Herold—or should I call you Mr. White Rabbit?"Mr. Herold: "How rude to summon me during my tea time—and so abruptly."Fiona: "I need your help."Mr. Herold: "Ah… So sudden. The last time you used me you said you wouldn't use me again. Do you know how it feels? I was alone in Wonderland for seven years."Fiona: "Hahhh… Okay, okay… I'm sorry."Mr. Herold: "That won't do, Miss Fiona. The contract stands… From now on you will use me more—otherwise I must find another user."Fiona: "What do you want?"Mr. Herold: "Proof that you'll use me more from now on."Fiona: "Hahhh… okay… okay… I'll change my contract with you."Mr. Herold: "Very kind. Don't forget—the card was a gift. Besides the Card of the Mysterious, you also have the Card of the White Rabbit—me. I can help you… I'll prepare weapons… and give you these gloves I gave you and you never use."Fiona: "Hahhh… okay, okay… Herold—that's enough."Mr. Herold: "Mr. Herold!"Fiona: "Mr. Herold… Happy now?"Mr. Herold: "… Now I only need tea. Will you brew one for the two of us?"Crane: "What about me?"Mr. Herold: "You're a crow, Crane. You don't drink coffee… maybe soup."Fiona: "… hahhh… Listen, Herold—Mr. Herold… I'll only use you if you're nicer to Crane. Crane is my most important partner and best pal. Understood?"Mr. Herold: "Very well… no objections."
She went to the kitchen to make coffee; she had to go downstairs—since the kitchen was there.
(Boil!)
Fiona: "Hahhh…"Daisy: "Coffee?"Fiona: "Hahh?… yes."Daisy: "For you… and for… the crow?"Fiona: "The crow… no, for the rabbit."Daisy: "Hehehe… You've got a good taste for jokes."Fiona: "It's a rabbit… really."Daisy: "Uh?"Fiona: "If you want, come with me… to see him."Daisy: "Uhhh…"
(A few minutes later)
Daisy: "Whaaaaa…?"Mr. Herold: "Well… what do we have here… a friend."Fiona: "We work together."Daisy: "A… a… a talking… rabbit… with a hat… and a suit… speaking so elegantly… wearing a monocle… and… using a watch… and… has ears."Fiona: "(Sweats)… Rabbits… always have ears."Mr. Herold: "Well, my ears are better than normal ears. With whom do I have the pleasure?"Daisy: "Uh… I'm… Daisy… Heinsenheim…"Mr. Herold: "Oh… what a… vexing surname… It doesn't match the first name… hmm."Daisy: "Huh?"Fiona: "Don't mind him."Mr. Herold: "Where's my tea?"Fiona: "There was no tea—only coffee."Mr. Herold: "What an un-aristocratic house—no tea… Then I shall take some myself."
He pulled a cup of tea from his hat.
Fiona: "You had one from the start?"Mr. Herold: "But of course."Fiona: "Then why did I have to make one for you?"Mr. Herold: "Out of respect… and because tea brewed by a lady tastes good."Fiona: "Huh?… Is there a difference?"Mr. Herold: "Hahhh… My tea isn't as tasty."Fiona: "Ugh… Fine, I'll brew you one… hahh…"
(A few minutes later)
(Ding!)
Fiona: "Satisfied?"Mr. Herold: "Hahhhhh… What a flavor… What a… not very good preparation."Fiona: "… (silence)… I'm going to kill you someday…"Mr. Herold: "Nahaha… That's impolite. Mind your tongue… or you'll die a maiden."Fiona: "(Sweats)…"Daisy: "(Sweats)… Is he… always… like this…"Fiona: "Annoying?… Yes. Always. Worse than alarm bells—the bells are better."Mr. Herold: "I can hear you, ladies."Fiona: "That's the point—I wanted you to."Mr. Herold: "Very well. Why did you call me? By the way, the tea needs sugar… Bring me sugar."Fiona: "Hahhh…"
(A few minutes later)
Fiona: "Here."Mr. Herold: "Thank you."
He added sugar.
Mr. Herold: "Perhaps a lemon slice for elegance…"
Fiona pulled her pistol.
Mr. Herold: "(Sweats)… (Ahem)… okay… okay…"Fiona: "Hmm."Mr. Herold: "Maybe some music?"Fiona: "… hahhh…"
(Teardrop…)
Fiona: "What am I doing… I'm going to throw myself out the window…"
They put on music.
Fiona: "Good."Mr. Herold: "Chase music, please."Fiona: "(Stares)…"
She put it on.
Mr. Herold: "Hahhh… Much better. Come, have a seat."Fiona: "At last…"
She sat.
Mr. Herold: "My lady… Daisy… Would you sit as well?"Daisy: "There's… no other chair."Mr. Herold: "My lap is free."Daisy: "(Sweats)… huh?"
Daisy looked at Crane, then at Fiona. They nodded.
Daisy: "Ahhh…"
She sat on his lap.
Daisy: "Hahhh…"Mr. Herold: "You're too heavy… Off you go."Daisy: "Dude!"
She stood.
Daisy: "Nope, I'm out. I can't do this…"
She left.
Mr. Herold: "Now we're alone… better."Fiona: "You wanted her gone."Mr. Herold: "Exactly. I want to discuss this with you and Crane, Fiona."Fiona: "Fine."Mr. Herold: "Hahhh… First, tell me what you want."Fiona: "And the contract."Mr. Herold: "Tell me what's going on first—then we'll do it."Fiona: "Okay."
She told him about Emma Trenthold, the murder, and the vampire case.
Mr. Herold: "Vampires… I haven't seen them in centuries."Fiona: "Mhm… That's the problem. Most vampires come from Sora, and it's sealed."Mr. Herold: "Hmm…"Fiona: "What's Wonderland like?"Mr. Herold: "Too peaceful."Fiona: "Aha."Mr. Herold: "Hmm…"Fiona: "Something wrong?"Mr. Herold: "Are there no biscuits here?"Fiona: "Hahhh…"
She brought cookies.
Fiona: "No idea if they're any good here."Mr. Herold: "Thank you."
(Crack!)
Mr. Herold: "Hmm… Delicious."Fiona: "So… what do you think?"Mr. Herold: "Hmm… Your idea that it might have been a partner or ex is interesting and makes sense… But… Why would someone, out of anger, remove the organs?"Fiona: "Hmm…"Mr. Herold: "He's a half-vampire… which means he's half human. Which means… he can be manipulated—by a vampire."Fiona: "Ugh… You think a vampire is behind him? There are others?"Mr. Herold: "You forgot—there have been several lately. That's why you're investigating."Fiona: "I thought it might be the same one."Mr. Herold: "No… The earlier ones were much smarter."Fiona: "But why would someone do this…"Mr. Herold: "Hahhh… I don't know… Anyway, that's exactly why you need my ability—and why you must use the White Rabbit card more."Fiona: "Hahhh… I… understand."Mr. Herold: "Hmm… Perhaps a friend of mine can help."Fiona: "Who?"Mr. Herold: "Who else—the strongest witch in Wonderland… Alice."Fiona: "What?… She's almost as strong as a Warden."Mr. Herold: "Well… Alice is strong indeed. Wonderland's gotten much safer since she arrived. Maybe she can help you."Fiona: "So I have to see the Witch of Dreams and Sweets…"Mr. Herold: "Exactly—the Witch of Dreams and Sweets."Fiona: "Hmm… But I'd have to travel to Wonderland, and I don't have time."Mr. Herold: "You're right. So I'll go there. I think I know who can help us—but you must agree."Fiona: "And who would that be?"Mr. Herold: "The Scarecrow."Fiona: "Huh? How can she help us? I don't have a contract with her."Mr. Herold: "I know. Still, it could be important for you. You may make three—no, four—contracts with a spirit or nature spirit or even truly supernatural objects… or animals… like me, for example."Fiona: "Hahh… Crane and Bob count as one—so that's one contract… Card of the Mysterious… then White Rabbit… which means I can make one more. How will the Scarecrow convince me?"Mr. Herold: "Renew the contract with me first—then I'll tell you. Hahhh… All right. Take my hand."Fiona: "Okay… hhh."
She took his hand.
Fiona: "And the condition?"Mr. Herold: "You'll use me from now on and I'll help you… In return I get a tea-and-cookies invitation once a week."Fiona: "Huh… That's it?"Mr. Herold: "Yes."Fiona: "I thought you'd want more—like living with me… or a part of my body, an ear or an eye."Mr. Herold: "Oh… Goodness… Do you take me for a pervert?"Fiona: "You just asked a woman you met less than ten minutes ago to sit on your lap. Yes—I'm quite sure you're a pervert. I don't just think it—you are a pervert."Mr. Herold: "(Sweats)… Okay… then I also want to live with you. I didn't say it because I was afraid… you'd get mad."Fiona: "No problem—but I get a condition. You don't annoy me. And… where's your brother, Finrow?"Mr. Herold: "No. He's not coming."Fiona: "Come on… he was funny."Mr. Herold: "Am I not funny?"Fiona: "If you were funny, I wouldn't have fallen asleep three times while you were talking."Mr. Herold: "Hahhh… fine. But he's not here right now… I'll call him."
He produced an old phone.
(Ring)Finrow: "Hello, brother—how can I help?"Mr. Herold: "Come here. Fiona wants to see you."Finrow: "Oh, really…"Mr. Herold: "Come. Now!!"
He shouted; Fiona flinched.
Fiona: "(Sweats)… Whoa…"Crane: "(Sweats)… You sure this is a good idea?"
Finrow popped out of his cap.
Finrow: "Oh… Fiona… I'm so happy to see you…"
He was a rabbit, an Ordinary One without a suit , an ordinary rabbit in normal form, who could speak.
Fiona: "Hello, Finrow."
He hopped onto her lap; she stroked him.
Finrow: "Good to see you again…"Fiona: "You too."Mr. Herold: "Hmph… Are you agreeable now?"Fiona: "Okay… Deal."
She took his hand.
Mr. Herold: "At last… By the way… I really do have to use the bathroom this time…"Finrow: "I suggest you tell him quickly where it is… He often makes funny belly noises… bbbbbb… ughhh… my stomach…"Mr. Herold: "… ghhhhhhhhhh… Finrow!"Fiona: "Hehehehe… Okay—it's to the left."Mr. Herold: "Thanks a lot… honestly…"
(Crash!)(bbbbbbbbbbb!)Mr. Herold: "Ughhhh… my stomach…"Fiona: "(Sweats)…"Finrow: "See?"