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“Though the minions of Evil Ninja Osaru got away, as long as the Dazzling Ninja is on the hunt, their chaos she will repay!” Rappa stuck out two fingers in a v-sign, grinning from ear-to-ear. It had been a hard won victory, but thanks to the efforts of the other Ninja Heroes, they had foiled the schemes of those villainous bastards. Ninja Ruri, Ninja Hiryu, and the Baseball Bat Ninja had already wished each farewell, and now she was alone. Well, almost alone.
“I’m glad to hear it. I think we’ll all sleep better knowing you’re out there to save the day.” Robin raised her closed hand towards her face and giggled.
It was a joyous, melodious sound that swept away all evil and filled Rappa’s heart with courage. Her journeys beyond the Ninja Capitol had led to chance encounters with all sorts of strange and skilled Ninja, but Ninja Singer… she made her heart soar.
The two women had found themselves in a quiet classroom, away from the hustle and bustle of Paperfold Town. While the many Ninja that stalked the streets continued to celebrate after the glorious victory, they had sought out a moment for themselves. Ninja Singer was incredibly popular- as a Ninja Hero it was only right that she, the Dazzling Ninja, shared Ninja Singer’s time with everyone. But that thought, it caused an ache in her heart. It was not altogether unknown to her, romance was an important part of a hero's story. But never before had she felt such a pull towards someone. The Great Lan had always pointed her towards the fiendlings pests, guiding her like an arrow upon the path. But there was no guide, only a growing frustration at the lack of ninjutsu that would allow her to clear this obstacle.
“Miss Rappa?” Robin asked. She put out a hand and placed it on Rappa’s shoulder. “Are you okay? You look frustrated.”
“Have no fear, Ninja Singer!” Rappa proclaimed, pointing her thumb towards her chest. “All is well, it appears that a challenge has appeared. One that no ninja tool I have nor ninjutsu I know can overcome.”
“I’m sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” Robin shifted slightly closer to Rappa.
“Well, um, not exactly.” She stumbled over her words. “I’m afraid I have a deadly illness, one that affects my heart of hearts.”
“Oh no, that’s terrible!” Robin declared. She began reaching for her phone. “It must have happened during the battle with Dr. Primitive's followers. Let me find you a doctor, it’s the least I can do.”
“No no no!” Rappa jumped up, waving both arms rapidly in front of herself. “I’m afraid this challenge cannot be overcome by medical ninjutsu.”
“Really?” Robin’s voice fell with worry. “You’ve done so much for my alma mater- for Penacony. Surely there’s something we can do?”
Rappa grabbed the rim of her hat, the other arm behind her as she lowered her face. Her heart was pounding, throbbing. Ninja Singer was as sweet as dango, and just as addictive. The Way of the Ninja guided her always, a shining light that revealed her words and actions. But right now, there was nothing she could say. Or maybe, that she could will herself to say.
“Though the shadows over Pinecany have been dispelled by the blinding light, there are still ninjas that linger in the darkness.”
Robin frowned. Her expression flipped between concern, and confusion. “Are these ninjas dangerous?”
“Yes, and no,” Rappa replied, a warmth spread through her body as she began to channel the chakra of The Great Lan. “Ninja Gamma is dangerous, yes, but his ninjutsu may be able to help u- I mean help me.”
“Ninja Gamma… Ninja Gamma.” A lightbulb popped over Robin. “Ah, you mean Mr. Reca, right?”
“That’s right!” Rappa confirmed. “Ninja Gamma’s memory ninjutsu is the key to solving this sickness of the heart.”
A sly smile spread across Robin’s face. She jumped up, clasping her hands behind her back. She leaned down, looked up at Rappa, and winked. “Alright Miss Rappa. Let’s go find Mr. Reca and solve your ‘sickness of the heart.’
Heat flooded Rappa’s face as she turned away. “Your company is most welcome. Now come, we just journey through the mean streets of Pinecany!”
“Wait, before we go.” For a brief moment, Robin disappeared in a splash of bubbles. Then, after a minute or so, she appeared again.
She was dressed in a black trench coat with navy highlights, streaked with crisscrosses of gold lines. A black leather belt was wrapped tightly around her waist, accentuating her figure. Her delicate heels had been replaced by fine black boots with silver buckles. Her hair was pulled back tightly, revealing the nap of her neck. Upon her head she bore a black cap and a pair of tinted blacked sunglasses. The perfect ninja disguise. Truly, ninja tools of a songstress knew no bounds. Rappa felt her pulse racing, and for a moment she felt herself quite literally swooning.
“What do you think?” Robin asked, pulling down one end of the glasses. She winked, then slid them back into place. “Do you like it?”
“I. Um.” Rappa drew a blank, for no ninja words would come to her. “Yes.”
“I’m glad.” Robin chirped. “If I’m going to play the role of a Ninja, I’d best look the part.”
“Of course!” Rappa replied, recapturing her composure. “It is important for one to have the right ninja tools for any given hunt.”
“Perfect!” Robin did a little twirl, her eyes on Rappa the entire time. “Shall we be off then.”
“Hmm?” Rappa was transfixed on Robin. “Oh, yes, of course. Let’s be off.”
Without thinking Rappa grabbed Robin by the hand and took off on a run. They sped past the doors of the classroom and out into the halls of Paperfold Town. A few people looked their way, but they sped along quicker than many could keep up- Rappa lending Robin some of the power of The Hunt along the way. They twisted their way through the crowd in the central courtyard, passing through the entrance to the university grounds and out into the streets. They raced down a flight of stairs, taking them three steps at a time, before finally coming to a halt at a busy intersection.
“I knew you were fast, Miss Rappa,” Robin said, panting slightly. “But that was truly impressive. Was that the power of The Hunt?”
Rappa noded. “That’s right. The Great Lan grants me powerful ninjutsu with which I chase down the minions of Evil Ninja Osaru.”
“And that same power can be used to race through the streets with a delicate songstress?”
“Um, sometimes the use of a given ninjutsu is multi-faceted.” Rappa blushed again, releasing her grip on Robin. “Though you are definitely not as delicate as you might appear, Ninja Singer.”
“You’re right.” Robin laughed. It was like a pure, chiming bell that could cleanse the body and mind. “I’m only teasing you.”
“It seems you are skilled in the slyest of ninja arts.”
“Maybe.” Robin looked around. “By the way, do you have any idea where Mr. Reca might be?”
Rappa grinned, putting her hands on her hips. “I do indeed.”
“Is it ninjutsu?”
“You catch on fast, Ninja Singer,” Rappa replied. “My Dazzling Ninja Ninjutsu allows me to follow traces of those I have encountered previously.”
“I see,” Robin said. “So you simply have to follow those traces to Mr. Reca. Who is supposedly still on Penacony.”
“That’s right! In fact, I believe Ninja Gamma still lingers in this part of Pinecany, drawn to some intriguing ninja tool or the like.”
There was a quiet thrumming as Rappa began to concentrate. Her hands moved like a blur as she began to make the signs necessary to hunt down her target. Faint traces of ethereal energy began to appear on the periphery. Shades of the past, not even fragments of a memory, but traces of one’s passing. Her eyes darted back and forth as she attempted to locate the strongest hint of Ninja Gamma’s presence.
Rappa frowned. “Interesting, as expected of a memory ninja.”
“Is it going to be difficult to locate him?” Robin asked, looking around.
“The Great Lan has revealed to me signs of his passing, but they are numerous and inconsistent.”
“I suppose a memokeeper of his… proclivities would be hard to track down.” Robin placed her index finger and her thumb on her chin.
“Deftly put. Rappa nodded. “Now where could Ninja Gamma have gone…”
“Oh, I have an idea.” Robin clapped her hands together. “Can you figure out the general direction where the concentration is highest?”
“One moment, Ninja Singer. Allow me to put my Dazzling Ninjutsu to the test!” Calling upon all the mighty power of the Aeon that she could, Rappa closed her eyes and tuned out the world around her. Sound faded, smell vanished, sight disappeared. All that remained was the image of Ninja Gamma in her mind. She felt a hand on her shoulder and a shiver ran down her spine, but she carried on. At last, her eyes snapped open.
“Though it is difficult, I surmise that the greatest amount of Ninja Gamma’s presence can be felt to the west.”
“The west?” Robin hummed for a moment, sorting her thoughts. “That part of Penacony is home to some of its most famous institutions.”
“Of course!” Rappa beamed. “Ninja Gamma wants to use his memory ninjutsu to capture some of the most important of Pinecany’s sights.”
“That does seem like a reasonable assumption,” Robin agreed, taking Rappa by the hand. “Come on, let’s check the Penacony Grand Museum first. I’ll lead the way!”
Without giving Rappa the chance to respond, Robin now took the lead, running through the streets of Penacony (albeit not as quickly without Rappa’s power). They zigged and zagged, fliting through alleys and across streets. It was a clandestine affair, and one that Robin, in Rappa’s eyes, seemed to have a surprising amount of experience with. Though it was a roundabout route, by the time an hour had passed, they had made their way west, and found themselves standing at the entrance to the Grand Museum,
“That was some impressive work, Ninja Singer,” Rappa said, continuing to hold onto Robin’s hand, her face streaked with red that she hoped to pass off as exertion. “You seem to be skilled in the Way of the Ninja.”
“Well… when you can barely walk five steps without being hounded by the paparazzi, you have to learn how to stay low.” There was a tinge of sadness, and mild irritation in Robin’s voice. Rappa squeezed her hand gently.
“I’m sorry, even the most stalwart of Ninja Heroes deserve to have a moment to themselves.”
“It’s okay, I’m used to it.” Robin squeezed her hand in response then let go. “But thank you, I really do appreciate it.” She smiled brightly and Rappa felt her heart skip a beat.
“You’re most welcome!” She looked away, scratching her cheek slightly.
“Okay. Let’s see if we can’t find Mr. Reca,” Robin said, making her way up the steps towards the entrance.
It was a grand building, several stories high, not dissimilar in style to Paperfold University. Flanking either side of the large double doors leading inside were a pair of stained glass windows, bearing depictions of various figures from Penaconian history, such as Glaux, Hanu, and even Clockie. Metal flagpoles lined the steps, bearing banners depicting not only the five great family lineages, but even fallen Lampmoth and Blackplum families. Large crowds of people were moving on either side of the steps.
“Museum Town appears to be a popular destination. There are hundreds of ninja here,” Rappa remarked, following closely behind Robin.
“While it’s always been one of the most visited tourist destinations on Penacony, it’s seen an uptick in visitors recently,” Robin replied, slipping past several people with cameras. “With all of the major changes happening recently, people seem to be more interested in the past.”
“Learning from the ninja of the past is wise, it is through them that we can come to walk the path of a hero.”
“You’re right, but I think they mostly like to look at things.” Robin giggled and they carried onwards.
Once inside they joined the crowd of people lining up at the counter. Luckily, it didn’t take them long to reach the front of the line.
“Hello there!” A pepeshi man called from behind the counter. “Next please.”
To be able to stand behind the counter at an equal height to the other ninja was most impressive. However, as they approached, Rappa realized that not only was he standing on a stool, but he was, in fact, short even by pepeshi standards. While Rappa carefully considered the problems that came with being so short in a world often built for the tall, Robin leaned towards the careful and produced a wallet from within her jacket.
“Listen, I don’t want anyone to make a big deal of this okay,” Robin whispered as the pepeshi man’s eyes widened. “I just want it to be the two of us. No need for an escort or a tour guide, please?”
“Oh erm, uh, yes of course Miss Robin,” the man said, panic rising in his voice. He quickly processed a pair of tickets and handed them to her. Robin raised a finger to her mouth, shushing him.
“I’m sorry, please, enjoy the museum,” he apologized quietly. Robin reached into her jacket and took out a small pen. She snagged a nearby piece of paper, jotted down her signature with effortless familiarity, and slid it back towards the man.
“No one bothers us, okay?”
He simply nodded, sliding the autograph into his pocket as he smiled.
Rappa felt a tug on her arm just as she finally finished deducing that the pepeshi man was likely highly skilled in customer service ninjutsu if he was able to work in such a grand establishment.
“Rappa, are you ready to go?” Robin chimed, holding out her hand.
“Of course, I was simply observing the prowess of the ninja here.” She eyed Robin’s hand for a moment. “Are we running again?”
“No silly, just take my hand.”
“Right, okay. Sure.” Rappa gingerly took Robin’s hand. It was soft, warm, and gentle. It was a wonderful feeling, now that she had the chance to enjoy it properly. “Allow me a moment to reactivate my ninjutsu.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” Robin shook her head. “I’m sure he’s here, we’ll just take our time.”
Rappa stuttered. “B-but my sickness of the heart, if we don’t do something, the minions of Evil Ninja Osaru will be able to finish me off.”
“I’m sure you’ll be okay for just a little while, right?” Robin lowered her glasses and fluttered her eyelashes- Rappa felt herself turn beet red.
“Yeah, I should be okay for a while.” Her heart was pounding so hard that she was certain Robin was going to be able to feel her pulse in her hand. It was quickly creating a feedback loop with no sign of stopping.
With Robin seemingly satisfied, the two began a slow, careful walk through the museum, hand-in-hand. While Rappa had been to dozens of worlds, the wonders of Museum town were a wonder to behold. Beautiful and intricate statues depicting the heroic ninjas of the past. Ninja tools once used to assist with movie-making ninjutsu that had fallen out of favour as new, more powerful ones were invented. Photographs, paintings, and more, not only from Penacony, but other worlds that lay under The Family’s purview.
While they were all very interesting, Rappa was far more interested in Ninja Singer- Robin. While they walked, Robin would tell her all kinds of stories about the people depicted, why things changed, or why they remained the same. All the while, smiling. Happy. While Rappa had always dedicated her life to pursuing The Hunt, fighting against the darkness of Evil Ninja Osaru, for the first time in a long time, if ever, it completely slipped her mind.
They wandered the hallowed halls for several hours. Occasionally they stopped for a rest. It was these moments, when they separated, that Rappa felt the aching in her heart. At this particular time, they had come to a stop inside a small food court within the museum.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” Robin said, running off towards one of the counters.
Since Penacopny had been opened up to the rest of the galaxy, several new vendors had appeared. They had settled on trying some food from the Xianzhou, which had opened in the museum recently.
“My my my.” There was a quiet clapping sound from somewhere behind Rappa. She turned, preparing to summon her weapon but relaxed when she saw the speaker. “It’s been a while ‘Dazzling Ninja.’”
“Ninja Gamma?” Rappa grinned.
“At your service.” Mr. Reca bowed, a somewhat deranged smile on his face though that seemed to be a normal expression for him. “I had a feeling someone was looking for me. Well, here I am.”
“I’m glad I was able to find you,” Rappa said. “I’ve been afflicted with a sickness of the heart and I believe your memory ninjutsu can help.”
“Well, in this case I believe it is I that found you, but that’s splitting hairs.” There was a mechanical croak as the Assistant Director leapt from Mr. Reca’s shoulder onto the chair next to Rappa. “A sickness of the heart? Hmm.” He began to walk in a circle around Rappa, eyeing her carefully. “I am no doctor, but perhaps I can help. It seems like an interesting story is unfolding and I simply cannot miss the chance to get some new material.”
“Then you’ll assist me?”
“Of course!” he declared, somewhat magnanimously, or perhaps condescendingly. Rappa could never quite tell what was going on in his head. “Besides. It’s not every day that I get to have the beautiful Miss Robin as one of my subjects.”
“Thank you, Ninja Gamma, I will not forget your service!” Rappa glanced back towards Robin who was still waiting in line. “I need you to use your memory ninjutsu to show Ninja Singer my memories from the past few days. Will she be able to experience my feelings that way?
“Hah! An easy task. Much easier then sending the Galactic Baseballer into your past.” Mr. Reca began rummaging around in a small bag. After a minute, he procured a small camera. “There’s a quiet corner in the starship wing not far from here, I’ll go and get things set up.” He grinned, as the Assistant Director croaked again and leapt into his bag. “Don’t forget to bring your date~”
“M-my date?” Rappa shook her head. “You don’t understand, Ninja Singer is simply helping me with my sickness of the heart.”
“Right, of course. Tell yourself that. It makes it all the more… dramatic.” He waved and vanished, disappearing as quickly and silently as he appeared.
Rappa placed a hand on her chest and closed her eyes, desperately trying to calm her nerves. Clearly he had used some sort of memory ninjutsu on her. Ninja Singer surely wouldn’t see this as a date, would she?
“Rappa?” Robin asked, her brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Ninja Singer. I finally found Ninja Gamma.” Rappa laughed nervously.
“Mmm, that’s a good thing, right?” Robin smiled and sat down next to her. She was carrying a small container and two forks. “We’re one step closer to curing your sickness of the heart.”
“That’s true!” She nodded and took one of the forks from Robin.
“You don’t mind if we share, do you?” Robin opened the container. Inside was a small round cake with a bubbly pink and red pattern.
“Not at all.”
“I’m glad.” Robin plunged her fork into the cake and lifted it up, taking a small, delicate bite. “Mmm! It’s really good.”
“What is it?” Rappa asked, gingerly piercing a piece for herself.
“According to the vendor it’s something known as a Tuskpir Wrap.”
“Interesting.” She took a bite. It was sweet, but not too rich. Delicate and light. “It is really good. Though, didn’t the Baseball Bat Ninja have a pet tuskpir?” She felt a sudden sense of guilt.
“Miss Stelle? She did, but the vendor assured me no actual tuskpir are used for these cakes.”
“That’s a relief.”
They continued to eat quietly, enjoying the peace.
“By the way, Miss Rappa,” Robin began. “Do you mind if I try something?”
“Go ahead, Ninja Singer.”
“Okay, please close your eyes and open your mouth.”
“If you say so?” Rappa raised an eyebrow quizzically but did as she asked. There was a quiet shuffling, then slowly and carefully she felt a piece of cake placed in her mouth. She bit down as the fork slid out, then she opened her eyes.
“R-Robin?” Rappa blushed profusely as she stared at Robin with a somewhat dumbfounded expression.
Robin giggled. “One second, you have a little bit on your cheek. With surprising speed, she reached out, snagged the piece of cake off Rappa's cheek, and popped it in her mouth. “Oh, that was the first time you managed to call me by name.”
“I’ve been ambushed countless times, but you really surprised me. Maybe you were born to be a ninja.” Rappa tried to deflect away from the situation.
“Did you dislike it?”
“No…” she admitted.
“Good.”
The contrast of Robin in her debonair outfit with her charming demeanour was almost too much for Rappa to bear. More than anything, she wanted to lean forward and… kiss Robin? Kiss her? She tried to shake her head, but the thoughts stuck.
Most of the time, the memetic virus she’d been infected with simply overwrote most things, but it could not keep up with the drastically increasing feelings Rappa was developing.
“We should find Mr. Reca, I believe that my sickness of the heart has reached the advanced stages.”
“Really?” Robin smiled.
Rappa wasn’t entirely sure, but she seemed almost smug?
They dusted themselves off and began making their way to the starship wing where Mr. Reca was waiting. Though Rappa tried to lead the way, Robin quickly (and eagerly) grabbed her hand and they pressed onwards together. It didn’t take long to find Mr. Reca, as the Assistant Director, was waiting for them at the entrance. They followed the mechanical frog as it hopped along, eventually finding their target standing in a corner next to the small camera from earlier.
“Mr. Reca.” Robin bowed. “It’s an honour to meet you again.”
“Likewise, Miss Robin.” He returned the bow, albeit with heightened dramatism. “The Dazzling Ninja Hero has informed me of the problem, and I believe I have a solution.”
“Is that so?” Robin glanced towards Rappa.
“That’s right. Ninja Gamma believes he can use his memory ninjutsu to do something incredibly important. But there’s something I need you to do, Ninja Singer.”
“What is it, Miss Rappa?” Robin leaned in close, looking up at her again.
“I need you to become me,” she replied confidently.
“Okay. If that’s what you need.”
“Wait, you’re not going to question it?” Rappa blinked, perplexed. Even she knew that was a strange thing to say.
“No,” Robin said. “I trust you Rappa.”
Robin smiled as she reached for Rappa’s other hand as they had never relinquished one another. Their fingers intertwined, interlocking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Well then, if you two ladies are ready, I’ll begin?” Mr. Reca began to crank his strange camera.
“I’m ready.”
“All set, Ninja Gamma.”
“Great! Fantastic!” He cackled as the Assistant Director began to croak aggressively. “Alright! Lights! Camera! Aaaaaand action!”
There was a quiet crackling as the power of the Remembrance began to take effect. The waking (dream)world left them behind and the memories of the altogether recent past drew them together. Rappa was prepared to relive her own memories alongside Robin, but instead, she experienced something rather unfamiliar.
She was standing at Paperfold Town, shortly after dealing with the fiendling pests sent by Evil Ninja Osaru, but she was shorter. Her mind was clear, unaffected by the memetic virus that had afflicted her since her childhood. Someone was standing in front of her. It was… herself? She looked up, seeing her long, pink hair flowing gently in the breeze. She was holding onto the rim of her hat, grinning wildly and speaking rapidly. There was an ache in her chest, not her physical heart, but rather in the memory-heart that she was experiencing. Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted a pair of small, pristine white wings on either side of her head.
I’m Robin… she thought as the realization dawned on her.
The scene changed and they were sitting by a fountain on the academy grounds. People were cheerfully going about their business. Once more, Rappa could see herself. She looked happy, excited. There was a glint in her eyes, and a blush on her cheeks as she went on about some past adventure. Meanwhile, the memory of Robin felt a sense of increasinging longing. Memory-Robin felt as if she was slowly falling onto a bed of clouds. There was no fear, confusion, or hesitation. Only a desire to spend more time with her- Rappa.
Again the scene changed. It jumped forward several days, landing on this very day that they had been experiencing together. Rappa watched herself begin to flounder as she tried to justify the so-called sickness of the heart. She felt the warmth of memory-Robin, of a lighthearted desire to go along with the silly plot and do what Rappa said. Just so that the two of them could spend more time together. Afterall, memory-Robin was experiencing the very same sickness of the heart at that very moment.
Rappa watched in earnest as the rest of the day played out. Memory-Robin chose her outfit hoping she would like it. Grabbed her hand because she also wanted to. Pushed off finding Mr. Reca because she wanted to have a date, just the two of them.
Like a flash the memories burned into her mind, then, slowly, they faded into the ephemeral nothingness.
Her vision began to return. She blinked a few times and looked around. Mr. Reca was gone, though there was a small piece of paper on the ground. She turned her head towards Robin, their hands still intertwined. She was looking up at her, the widest smile on her face.
“Robin…”
“Miss Rappa.” Robin giggled. “I’ve known what your sickness of the heart has been the whole time.”
“Indeed, it appears you are far more perceptive than I even imagined,” Rappa replied awkwardly.
“I figured you were struggling with the words, and I didn’t want to pressure you.”
Rappa felt Robin’s grip tighten.
“The trials I faced in the Ninja Capitol made me strong… but also made it difficult for me to choose my words,” Rappa said quietly. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Robin inched forwards. “And now you know that I feel that same way.” She briefly released Rappa’s hand, slid her glasses into her pocket, then clasped it again.
“Are you sure?” Rappa asked, worried. “I know that I’m… strange, and I have a difficult journey ahead of me.”
“I don’t mind.” Robin shook her head. “We all have difficult journeys through life. Yours is unique, but then again, so is mine.”
Robin inched closer again until they were very nearly pressed up against one another. Rappa felt her heart leap into her throat, but she swallowed it, lowering her head ever so slightly.
“I’m not sure how often we’ll be able to be together.”
“That’s okay.” Robin stepped upon the tips of her toes, her eyes closed. “I’ll be travelling the universe too. We’ll make each moment count.”
No more words were exchanged as Rappa and Robin both leaned towards each other, tilting their heads to either side. Slowly, but surely, they grew closer and closer until at last their lips met.
Gently. Softly.
There was a quiet flutter as Robin’s wings covered their faces, hiding their first moment from the world so that they might share it only with one another.
They stood there for a while, silently, but not lonely. Eventually they parted, each of their faces red, yet smiling brightly.
“A kiss in the dreamscape is nice, but perhaps we might find each other in the real world?” Robin asked, blushing even brighter.
“I would very much like that.” Rappa grinned. “Definitely a new ninjutsu I need to practise.”
Robin laughed, and pulled Rappa into a hug. Though surprised, she wrapped her arms around Robin.
“Then let’s go practice.”
There was a sploosh as the two women disappeared in the pop of a bubble, vanishing into the waking world once more.
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As for the note left behind by Mr. Reca…
I assume that once you two are finished with your memories, you’ll be too enamoured with each other to remember this. But on the off-chance that you do read this, that you do read this, the Assistant Director and I are leaving! I’ve gotten what I wanted, I’ll make sure to change your names when I put this on the big screen!