Chapter 14

Temsik Park, the site of
the little lady Kamila's
abduction tonight...

...and the place where an
important piece of evidence,
the music box, was hidden.

I wonder why our lady
detective is looking
so dejected?

At least she isn't dead...

But what did she find...?

........

Sissel:
There's so much tension
in here... I've never felt
anything like this before.

Sissel:
We'd better find that gun
as quickly as we can...

Sissel:
...before the minister
dies of anxiety.

****

Minister:
How is it going over at the park?

Sissel:
Hmm... It's kind of
difficult to say...

Minister:
*sigh* I see. But, I must admit,
I envy you.

Sissel:
You envy me?

Minister:
You just say "it's difficult to
say," and then, you don’t have
to actually say it.

Minister:
In my case...

Minister:
...actually saying what’s
"difficult to say" is my job!

Minister:
........

Minister:
She sells seashells
by the seashore...

Sissel:
Yes, that IS difficult
to say, isn't it...

Minister:
Oh, why did I say that
at a time like this?!

Sissel:
(Anyway, I'd better do
something about the
park problem... and fast.)

****

Sissel:
Huh?

Sissel:
What's he doing here?

Chef:
♪La la la! Let me spend
a moment's time with you,
my love!

Chef:
♪The world will not end
if the food delivery
is a little late! La la la!

Sissel:
(A little late? It's
already ice cold...)

****

Sissel:
I can't hear very well
from this far away.

****

Chef
What just happened? I wasn't
even pumping my feet...

Chef:
........

Chef:
Hmm... The swing swings me,
and I sling the chicken.

Chef:
The swing is swung, and
the chicken is slung.

Chef:
Everything always comes
back to chicken in the end.

Sissel:
(I'm not even gonna try
to figure that one out.
Moving on...)

****

Sissel:
Whew. I got this thing
spinning pretty fast.

Sissel:
(I didn't even put
much effort into it...)

Sissel:
This is quite a bit of power
and speed for a piece of
playground equipment.

Sissel:
(I can just imagine all the
poor kids who get sent
flying all over the park...)

****

Lynne:
Oh, there you are, Sissel...

Sissel:
From your dejected
expression, I gather...

Sissel:
...you didn't find what
you were looking for?

Lynne:
Right. I can't find the
music box anywhere.

Lynne:
But I found something else
instead, something horrible.

Sissel:
Horrible? What is it?

Lynne:
There. In the grass. You'd
better see for yourself.

Sissel:
It looks like a dead body.

Lynne:
I nearly died when I saw it.

Lynne:
And I suppose now that
we've found it, we can't
just leave it there, can we?

Sissel:
Nope, I suppose not.

****

Sissel:
Heh heh. It's so like you...

Sissel:
...to come looking for
a music box, and find
a dead body instead.

Lynne:
What can I say?!
I'm a detective!

Sissel:
Meaning...?

Lynne:
Well, a detective goes over
everything with a fine-toothed
comb, right? So there you go!

Sissel:
(Fine-toothed comb or none,
you were bound to run across
it. I mean, it IS pretty obvious.)

Lynne:
Anyway, go on,
Sissel! Get to it!

Sissel:
What am I, your bloodhound?

****

Youth:
Stop the park from being turned
into a housing site! Protect the
park, the rock of the gods!

Youth:
You, there!

Sissel:
You're talking to
me... aren't you?

Youth:
I have some leaflets for you!
Leaflets I KNOW you'll be very
interested in!

Youth:
I urge you to peruse it thoroughly!
Examine it in detail!

Sissel:
Never mind that right now. Do
you remember your name?

Youth:
My name... My name...

Youth:
........

Youth:
What does my name matter,
when there are more important
things to worry about?

Sissel:
Okaaay...

Youth:
Come now, and study these
tracts with me, my brother!

Youth:
Come and learn about the
"rock of the gods" with me!

Youth:
The night is no longer young!
As a matter of fact, daybreak is
approaching! But we are young!

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
Look, I don't have time to get
involved in your way of life.

Sissel:
But I AM interested in your
way of death.

Sissel:
So let's go back, back to four
minutes before your death!

Youth:
And so I made up my mind!
I resolved to live here in
this park and defend it!

Rindge:
Okaaay... And what does that
have to do with this "rock of
the gods" you mentioned?

Youth:
You still don't appear
to understand!

Youth:
It's written quite clearly in the
fourth leaflet, in great detail!

Rindge:
Excuse me, but I have
to use the restroom...

Kamila:
Eeeeeeek!

Youth:
I'm coming!

Youth:
Just hold on!

Youth:
I'll be
right there!

Dandy:
I've located the target, Beauty.

Dandy:
A girl of the right age, coming
out of the right apartment
building, at the right time...

Dandy:
Yes, my dear. I'll ever-so-gently
nab her and come right back to
your side.

Dandy:
Good evening, young lady.
Won't you come with me?

Kamila:
Eeeeeeek!

Youth:
O gods! What do I do?!
What should I do?!
I have to do something!

Kamila:
Hnnnh!

Sissel:
What in the world?!
What just happened?!

Youth:
Oh, that's Mino.

Sissel:
Mino...?

Youth:
Mino the mascot, the
symbol of Temsik Park.

Sissel:
Forget about the NAME
of that big, creepy lump
of concrete!

Sissel:
I'm talking about the way
it changed direction!
Did you see that?!

Youth:
Yes! Yes, I did! We witnessed
it with our own eyes! The power
of the rock of the gods!

Youth:
That was the power of the gods!
The power of the gods saved
that little girl!

Sissel:
...And then that same
power very deliberately
crushed you instead?

Youth:
Yes! Yes, precisely! That
is called the "mischief
of the gods"!

Sissel:
(Was it the mischief of the
gods, or was it a ghost trick...?)

Sissel:
(But, nah... It couldn't have
been a ghost trick...)

Sissel:
(No ghost trick could change
the direction of something
that heavy in mid-air...)

Sissel:
...!
But, wait a minute...

Sissel:
(What if there was somebody
with much greater powers
than me...?)

Sissel:
Look at that! There's another
flame besides mine!

Youth:
Oooooh! So that is the
flame of a god, is it?!

Youth:
But hold on...

Youth:
Your spirit is a flame, too,
isn't it...?

Sissel:
Yeah. So?

Youth:
Uh, pardon me, but...

Youth:
...are you a god?

Sissel:
I sincerely doubt it.

Sissel:
(At the last minute, that
big lump of concrete made
a huge swing to one side...)

Sissel:
(That was probably
that flame's doing.)

Sissel:
Who could it be?

Youth:
I definitely believe it's either
a god or somebody god-related!

Sissel:
(Hmm... Maybe I'd better
try talking to this person...)

****

Youth:
What's this? You're
not going to talk to
the flame of a god?

Sissel:
I thought I'd better
try to save you first...

Sissel:
(But now that I've
come this way...)

Sissel:
(...the path to the flame
has disappeared.)

Sissel:
(Did I really make the
right move here?)

Youth:
It is my opinion that
you should have
talked to the god!

Sissel:
Well, too late now. I'll just
look around and see what I
can do on this side instead.

****

Sissel:
I dunno... I felt kind of
at a loss this time...

Youth:
You should never have ignored
the flame of that god!

Sissel:
(Hmm. Somebody else with
ghost tricks like me...)

Sissel:
(I probably should've tried to
find out who it was, huh?)

****

Sissel:
Wh-What the...?

Sissel:
This person with much
greater powers than me...

Sissel:
It's... It's...

Sissel:
...you...?

Missile:
Heeey!

Missile:
Sissel!

Sissel:
Oh, my... It's...

Missile:
...Missile!

Sissel:
You look well...
(...for being dead.)

Missile:
Did you see?!
Did you see what I did?!

Missile:
I did it! I tried really
hard and I did it!

Missile:
I saved Miss Kamila!

Youth:
...Are you telling me I was
done in by a puppy dog?

Sissel:
Missile, what's going on?
How did you get the
powers of the dead?

Missile:
I'm glad you asked!

Missile:
After Miss Kamila went
out and you left...

Missile:
I worked like crazy to make
my own path, and I did it!

Missile:
And then I followed
Miss Kamila out into
the big, wide world!

Missile:
And then, here at this
park, I found her at last!

Missile:
Yes, you guessed it! I barked!
You bet I did! And I went
running after her, too!

Missile:
And then I guess I died.

Missile:
And then I was unconscious
for a little while.

Missile:
When I came to,
it was all over...

Missile:
Poor, poor Miss Kamila!

Missile:
Crushed under
that big, scary lump...

Dandy:
Oh! Oh! What have I done?!

Dandy:
I'm so sorry, little lady!
Please forgive me!

Missile:
Miss Kamila!!!

Missile:
I had to rescue Miss Kamila!
It was up to me!

Missile:
I cried out from the
depths of my heart.

Missile:
And then...

Missile:
I can't tell you how surprised
I was. But I bet you understand,
right?

Sissel:
Better than probably
anybody else could.

Missile:
And I remembered what you
did for me, how you saved me.

Sissel:
So...

Sissel:
...you went back, right?
Back to four minutes before
the little lady's death?

Missile:
You bet I did!

Dandy:
Yes, my dear. I'll ever-so-gently
nab her and come right back to
your side.

Kamila:
Hnnh!

Missile:
Now's my chance, I thought!
I saw the core!

Sissel:
(I dunno... It looks
pretty far...)

Missile:
I stretched out my paw
toward the core.

Missile:
Ooh, how I felt at
that moment!

Missile:
I'd love for you to be
able to feel it, too!

Missile:
Go ahead, Sissel! Go ahead
and try it for yourself!

Sissel:
I-I can't believe it!

Sissel:
(How could you connect over
such a great distance...?!)

Missile:
Well, they don't call me
"Missile" for nothing!

Sissel:
Hmm. And so then you
manipulated that "Mino"
thing, and threw it aside...?

Youth:
...Right on top of my head.

Missile:
Well, uh... no, actually.

Sissel:
Huh?

Missile:
I can't manipulate things
like you can, Sissel.

Sissel:
You can't?!
Then how did you...?!

Missile:
I didn't know what to do! Then
I happened to see something
out of the corner of my eye...

Missile:
And it had a core, too.

Missile:
A single leaf hanging
from the tree...

Missile:
I tried reaching out to the leaf!

Sissel:
Wh-What in the world?!

Missile:
I can't manipulate things...

Missile:
...but, apparently,
I can swap them!

Missile:
As long as the two things have
the same shape, that is.

Sissel:
Swap things with
the same shape...?

Missile:
Go ahead and try it!
Touch the Swap button!

Sissel:
Th-That's incredible!

Sissel:
And so that's how you saved
your mistress, is it?!

Youth:
And that's how I became
caught up in this, is it?!

Missile:
I'm very sorry!

Missile:
My powers were too meager!

Sissel:
"Meager"?

Missile:
Because, you see,
I saw one more.

Missile:
I happened to notice
one more core.

Missile:
There was something with
the exact same shape stuck
in the branches of a tree.

Sissel:
Hey, you're right!

Sissel:
If "Mino" could be swapped
again with that...

Youth:
...then disaster wouldn't have to
rain down on my head!

Sissel:
But what is that thing?
It's too big to be a leaf...

Youth:
Whatever it is, I'd much prefer
it on my head than Mino!

Sissel:
So why didn't you
swap them, Missile?

Missile:
I couldn't.

Missile:
I can stretch out my paw a little
further than you can, Sissel.

Missile:
But this was just too far
for me. I couldn't reach.

Youth:
I must admit, it's a fascinating
spectacle of a death, if I do
say so myself!

Missile:
I kept retrying over and
over, seeing if there was
anything I could do...

Sissel:
I bet there's something
you can do now.

Missile:
Huh?

Sissel:
If we work together,
you and me.

Missile:
Sissel! You think so?!

Sissel:
I don't plan on letting anybody
die in front of me tonight.

Sissel:
Do you think you
could help me?

Missile:
Of course!

Youth:
Naturally!

Sissel:
So, we're going to drop that
"Mino" thing in a different spot.

Sissel:
Okay, let's try it. Let's go back
again, to four minutes before!

Sissel:
All right. Let's get started.

Sissel:
Four minutes from now,
you'll swap "Mino" with
the leaf.

Sissel:
And then you have to swap
"Mino" with something else.

Sissel:
Something with
the same shape.

Youth:
Oh, I believe that's a
rugby ball!

Sissel:
Okay, "rugby ball," huh?

Sissel:
But with the rugby ball
where it is now, Missile
can't reach it.

Sissel:
So that means I have to
move it closer somehow.

Sissel:
It looks like you and I will
have to work together on
that one, Missile.

Missile:
Okay! I'm ready!

Missile:
Whenever you want to
use my swap trick...

Missile:
...just touch the [SWAP] icon!

Missile:
That way, you'll be
able to control me.

Missile:
And then, if you touch
the [SWAP] icon...

Sissel:
...control will come back
to me.

Missile:
By the way, you can
switch between us
with SELECT, too.

Sissel:
SELECT, huh?
I'll remember that.

Missile:
Okay, let's try it!

Missile:
Together, we can stop Mino
from hurting anybody!

****

Sissel:
All right, Missile.

Sissel:
Your powers are
the key this time.

Missile:
Okay! I'm ready!

Missile:
I can swap anything that
has the same shape!

Missile:
Just call on me if you find
anything you want to try!

Sissel:
(Probably the best thing
to do is just try a bunch of
things and see how it goes.)

Sissel:
(And if I see something
we can swap, I should use
the [SWAP] icon.)

****

Sissel:
Whew. Here you
come already.

Youth:
I swore to myself not to
repeat my mistakes!

Sissel:
Mistakes?

Youth:
When somebody's in
trouble, you should
lend them a hand!

Youth:
Otherwise, you'll
definitely regret it!

Youth:
And now the recklessness of
youth has taken over, giving
me lightning-fast speed!

Missile:
Hmm... I've been thinking...

Missile:
If we could stop this man
from running, maybe he
wouldn't get squished...?

Youth:
It won't be easy to stop
me once the recklessness
of youth has taken over!

Sissel:
(Hmm... Stop him, eh...?)

****

Youth:
What do you think of
my lightning-fast pace?!

Sissel:
I wish you would knock it
off, that's what I think. We
don't have time to prepare.

Sissel:
(I think we're gonna have
to find a way to stop him
from running...)

Youth:
As far as I can see, the only
way to do that is to use the
playground equipment!

Sissel:
The what?

Missile:
You know, the seesaw,
the swing! Those things!

Youth:
Precisely!

Youth:
Except... there is one more
piece of equipment, to be
exact!

Sissel:
(Hmm... Stop him with
the equipment, eh...?)

Sissel:
(Maybe I should rethink
things here...)

****

Missile:
Sissel! Help!

Missile:
There's nothing in reach
to swap "Mino" with!

Sissel:
(We're too late!)

Sissel:
Darn...

Sissel:
I guess we'll have
to start over again.

****

Missile:
Um, Sissel?

Missile:
That funny, flattened
ball is still in the tree...

Sissel:
Yeah. I know.

Missile:
And, um, there isn't
much more time...

Sissel:
(I have to find a
way somehow...)

****

Sissel:
If I can, I'd like to take advantage
of that guy's strange way of
traversing the park.

Missile:
But he runs through so quickly!

Youth:
I am very quick indeed! Do
you think you can stop me?!

Sissel:
(We have to think of a way
to stop him from running!)

****

Missile:
Huh? Are you coming back
to talk to me again?

Sissel:
Uh, no... I...

Youth:
I wish you would talk to me.
We could discuss the gods!

Sissel:
(Oh, boy...)

Sissel:
(I just came this way without
giving it much thought...)

Sissel:
(But now there's no core
for me to get back!)

Youth:
You've failed to follow
the path of the gods!

Sissel:
(Hmm. Maybe I'd
better start over...)

****

Missile:
I'm sorry about all
this trouble, Sissel.

Missile:
If only my paw could
reach a little further...

Missile:
...I could've swapped that
big lump one more time!

Youth:
Swapped it with that rugby
ball in the tree nearby!

Sissel:
That's all right. That's what we're
going to do now -- together.

Missile:
I'm going to give it my best!

Sissel:
(The first thing to do...)

Sissel:
(...is to find a path
to that rugby ball...)

****

Sissel:
Well, would you
look at that...

Sissel:
There sure are a
whole lot of round
things around here...

Missile:
Oh, boy!

Missile:
That means it's time for
me, right? Oh boy!

Youth:
My hair is also round!

Sissel:
(Let's see... To use
Missile's powers, I just
touch the [SWAP] icon!)

Sissel:
(I'll try it and see
what happens.)

****

Sissel:
It's so heavy, I can't
move it very much!

Missile:
Maybe because of
that swap I made?

Sissel:
(I guess a little ball is about
all the weight I can handle.)

****

Sissel:
It's too heavy! The
seesaw won't budge!

Missile:
Maybe because of
that swap I made?

Sissel:
(I guess a little ball is about
all the weight I can handle.)

****

Sissel:
Whew... Look at
that thing go...

Missile:
It doesn't look like it's
going to stop for quite
a while!

Youth:
*sigh* These globe
climber novices...

Sissel:
Huh?

Youth:
Even little children treat it
with the respect it deserves.

Youth:
They know that unless
you spin it gently,
there's no stopping it!

Sissel:
Yeah, it does look
pretty dangerous...

Youth:
One time, I was riding on
it, and I got carried away.

Youth:
It was spinning so fast, I
couldn't get off for a while!
A harrowing experience!

Sissel:
(Hmm. I think I'd
like to see that...)

****

Sissel:
Wow... I didn't see
this coming...

Youth:
Don't you know the
first thing about the
globe climber?!

Sissel:
Huh?

Youth:
Even little children treat it
with the respect it deserves.

Youth:
They know that unless
you spin it gently,
there's no stopping it!

Sissel:
Yeah, it does look
pretty dangerous...

Youth:
It looks like I'm just destined
to fly through the air like
this for a while...!

Sissel:
Hmm...

Sissel:
This just might buy
us some time.

Missile:
Maybe he'll just keep
spinning around like that
the whole four minutes!

Youth:
I'm sorry, but I don't think I
would stand for it that long.

Sissel:
(But, anyway, at least
we stopped him from
running for a while.)

Sissel:
(Let's do what we can while
we have this chance!)

****

Missile:
Sissel, did you see that?
Did you see the seesaw?

Sissel:
Yes, it sent that ball
up just right, didn't it?

Youth:
So close!

Youth:
It's too bad it didn't
hit the rugby ball
and knock it down!

Missile:
Hmm. It really looked
like it was going to...

Sissel:
I guess this just isn't the
way to knock the rugby ball
down from the branch.

Sissel:
(But, you know...)

Sissel:
(...I bet that ball and seesaw
will still come in handy...)x

****

Missile:
Oh, that was so close!

Missile:
If it hit the ball, it could've
knocked it down!

Sissel:
(Is that all this umbrella
can be used for...?)

Sissel:
(For knocking the
rugby ball down...?)

Missile:
Don't forget about
my powers!

Youth:
And don't forget about my
recklessness of youth!

****

Missile
Look at this funny,
flattened ball!

Missile:
It's the same shape
as that horrible Mino!

Missile:
But it's too far to
swap from here.

Youth:
Even this ball is starting
to look horrible to me!

Sissel:
(Hmm... We have to find a
way to get this ball closer
to that "Mino" thing...)

Youth:
Knock it down from
the tree, I say!

Sissel:
(There must be something
we can do...)

****

Missile:
Sissel, did you see that?
Did you see the seesaw?

Sissel:
Yes, it really sent that
little ball flying, didn't it?

Youth:
Such a pity.

Youth:
It's too bad it didn't
hit the rugby ball
and knock it down!

Missile:
Hmm. Maybe it's a little
too light to do that...

Sissel:
........
(Hey, wait a minute...)

Sissel:
(Maybe we should try
sending up something
a little heavier...)

****

Missile:
Sissel, did you see that?
Did you see the seesaw?

Sissel:
Yeah, I guess the tire's too
heavy to get much height.

Youth:
I wouldn't have been
surprised if it launched
ME into the air!

Sissel:
That tire does have quite
a bit of weight to it.

Missile:
But no matter how heavy
it is, I can still swap it!

Sissel:
(So weight isn't a
factor when it comes
to swapping, eh?)

****

Sissel:
Well, we managed to slow him
down, and I was feeling pretty
good there for a while...

Missile:
Our next target is
that rugby ball!

Sissel:
(We have to move it closer
to that "Mino" thing...)

Sissel:
(There must be something
around here we can use
to move that rugby ball.)

****

Missile:
Here comes that man, fast
enough to scare even a
quick little doggie like me.

Sissel:
Uh-oh... the rugby ball
is still in the tree.

Youth:
Ah, behold! The
recklessness of youth!

Sissel:
Yeah, it's that recklessness
of yours that's causing us
so much trouble...

Youth:
No one can stop the
recklessness of youth!

Sissel:
(Well, if we can't stop it...)

Sissel:
(...then I guess we're gonna have to
find a way to make it work for us.)

Missile:
But if he comes
running too fast...

Missile:
...we won't have
time to get ready!

Sissel:
(Hmm...)

Sissel:
(It looks like figuring out
what to do with his
"recklessness" is the key...)

****

Sissel:
Wow... I SO did not
see that coming...

Sissel:
(I never thought the
umbrella would catch
the ball.)

Youth:
Did you see that?! The tree
branch...! It shook a little!

Missile:
I think I saw it shake, too.

Youth:
If it only shook
a little more...

Youth:
...it would knock
that terrible
rugby ball down!

Youth:
From this terrible tree!

Sissel:
(Maybe it just needs
a little more weight...)

Missile:
I'm sure we can do this!
We just have to put our
heads together!

Sissel:
(Everything looks good
so far. We just need
one more step!)

****

Missile:
Oh, we were so close that time!

Missile:
When the tree branch
shook, I really thought
the ball was going to fall!

Youth:
Just out of our grasp -- love,
our dreams, the gods...!

Sissel:
The gods, too, eh?
(I'd better try to find a way to
make that branch shake more...)

****

Sissel:
Well, we managed to get
the rugby ball down...

Youth:
But now it's even
further away from
Mino than ever!

Sissel:
What do you think, Missile?

Missile:
Hmm... If you ask me...

Missile:
...I think all we can do now is
give an embarrassed smile!

Sissel:
(I think we'd better
rethink this...)

****

Missile:
Um, Sissel?

Missile:
I think that funny, flattened
ball is even farther away now
than when we started.

Sissel:
Yeah. I know.

Missile:
I heard a saying once about
the thing you want always
ends up far away.

Missile:
Is this what humans mean
by, "That's life"?

Sissel:
I don't know what you've
heard, but I've heard a little
something myself...

Sissel:
...about how as long as you're
alive, you can always try again
to set things right.

****

Missile:
Did you see that?! We finally
got the rugby ball down!

Sissel:
But, unfortunately, now
it's even farther away
from that "Mino" thing.

Youth:
That's because you two just had
to go and fiddle with things you
weren't supposed to!

Sissel:
It makes me mad when
you say it, but I guess
we’d better start over.

****

Missile:
The umbrella won't close,
will it?!

Sissel:
The ball must be in the way.

Sissel:
(Oh, well. I guess we
don't have to close it.)

****

Sissel:
There! We moved the ball!

Sissel:
What do you think, Missile?

Missile:
Hmm... With the ball there...

Missile:
...I think I can do it!

Sissel:
In just a few seconds...

Sissel:
...you'll swap "Mino"
with the leaf.

Sissel:
And then, from there,
you can swap "Mino"
one more time.

Sissel:
The final moment is near,
Missile! Are you ready?

Missile:
You bet!

****

Missile:
Thank you, Sissel!

Missile:
At this distance...

Missile:
...I'm pretty sure I can
make that other swap!

Sissel:
Now all we do is wait
for that final moment.

Missile:
That's right!
Leave the rest to me!

Youth:
My head rests in your paws!

****

Missile:
Okay, watch me, Sissel!

Missile:
Here I go!

Sissel:
The finishing touches!
You can do it, Missile!

Sissel:
Swap "Mino" with that ball!

****

Missile:
There! How's that?!

Youth:
My head has been spared!

Youth:
Truly, that was a "try"
worthy of the gods!

Sissel:
And now "Mino" is right
where he belongs...

Missile:
We did it again, didn't we?!

Missile:
Didn't we?!

Missile:
Now nobody has to die!

Sissel:
Except for one brave
little somebody...

Missile:
Huh?

Sissel:
I'm talking about you, Missile.

Missile:
Oh! Me...?

Missile:
I guess you're right.
I'm still dead, aren't I?

Sissel:
So now let's go back
and save your life.

Missile:
........

Missile:
Wait a minute.

Sissel:
What is it?

Missile:
Now that I think about it...

Missile:
...I think I want to stay
dead a little longer.

Sissel:
What?

Missile:
When I was alive, I couldn't
even help Miss Kamila
when she was in trouble.

Missile:
I want to be able to
protect Miss Kamila.

Missile:
And to do that...

Missile:
...I need these powers
I have now!

Sissel:
I see...

Youth:
Perfectly understandable!

Youth:
Even I wish I had
powers like that!

Sissel:
Hey, we just saved you. Don't
wish your life away already!

Youth:
Oh... Of course. You're right.

Sissel:
Okay, Missile. Have it your way.

Sissel:
By the way, Mr. Reckless Youth.
There's a certain detective who
needs that music box you found.

Sissel:
When we get back to
the present time, could
you give it to her?

Youth:
Certainly! You have my word!

Missile:
Let's go back, then!
To the present!

And so Kamila ended up in
the hands of the kidnappers.

We weren't able
to change that part.

Lynne listened to my story
without saying anything.

Sissel:
I'm sorry. I wish there
was something else
I could've done.

Lynne:
No, you did the best you could.

Lynne:
I'm sure she's all
right. After all--

Missile:
After all, she has me!

Lynne:
Missile... are you in there?

Missile:
Miss Lynne! Leave
Miss Kamila to me!

Missile:
I know I don't look
like much right now...

Missile:
...but I'm sure I can help her!

Lynne:
Missile...

Lynne:
Eeek!

Missile:
Miss Lynne...!

Lynne:
I'm going to leave
it up to Missile.

Sissel:
It kind of looks like Missile is
being left up to the wind...

Youth:
Oooooh!

Youth:
I have something to give you!

Youth:
Stop the park from being turned
into a housing site! Protect the
park, the rock of the gods!

Sissel:
Aren't you forgetting
your promise?

Youth:
Oh, pardon me. Pardon me.

Youth:
My apologies. This is for you!

Lynne:
Oh!

Lynne:
You kept the music box safe,
didn't you? Thank you.

Youth:
Not at all. I was only doing
what the rock of the gods...

Youth:
...would... have... wanted...

Youth:
...........................
...........................

Sissel:
What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?

Lynne:
He's mesmerized by my beauty.

Sissel:
...........................
...........................

Lynne:
Hey! The cat's not allowed
to get YOUR tongue!

Youth:
........

Youth:
Excuse me, but are you...?

Youth:
No, it couldn't be!

Lynne:
Have we met before?

Youth:
Aren't you...?

Youth:
Aren't you that little
girl, from that time...?

Youth:
I'll never forget it! It was
ten years ago, in this park.

Lynne:
Ten years ago...?

Lynne:
Are you talking about...?

****

Sissel:
Have you met this strange
young man before, Lynne?

Lynne:
I don't remember. But he said
"ten years ago," and "this park"...

Lynne:
It could only be one thing
that I can think of...

Sissel:
(Hmm...)

Sissel:
(It looks like I'd better
talk to Mr. Leaflet here.)

****

Youth:
Here in this park, the
gods surely control fate.

Youth:
Today, ten years from that day...

Youth:
...we meet once again.

Youth:
If that isn't the power of the
gods, then what else is it?!

Sissel:
(It could just be coincidence.)

Sissel:
But, apparently, you know
our lady detective here.

Sissel:
Could you tell us about
it? About what happened
ten years ago?

Youth:
Yes! Yes, of course! I was
actually about to do just that!

[Rock of the gods]

Sissel:
What's this "rock of the
gods" you keep mentioning?

Youth:
Don't you know? It's right
there in front of us!

Lynne:
Missile...

Lynne:
Wait a minute... You
say "g-o-d-s," but do
you mean "d-o-g-s"?

Youth:
Of course not. Don't be
silly. This is no time for
ridiculous word games.

Youth:
You are standing just above
the rock of the gods now.

Youth:
Take a good look
at that monument!

Lynne:
Monument...?

Rock of the Gods -- Temsik Park

Lynne:
The "rock of the gods"...

Youth:
The rock is buried in the
ground right there. It's been
there these ten years.

Youth:
Ever since that day it flew
down from the heavens
and showed us a miracle!

Sissel:
(A miracle?)

Lynne:
So this "rock" you've
been talking about...

Lynne:
...is a meteorite?

Youth:
Precisely!

Youth:
It dropped from the sky on
that day ten years ago.

Youth:
Yes, of course!

Youth:
Surely you know all about it!

Lynne:
M-Me...?

[Ten years ago]

Youth:
That day, I just happened to be
passing through this park.

Youth:
I had no idea that day would
change my destiny.

Youth:
The sun was going down,
and, through the gloom...

Youth:
...I heard the scream
of a little girl.

Lynne:
Eeeeeeek!

Jowd:
Now, just calm down!
And drop that weapon!

Yomiel:
S-Stay back!
If you come any closer...

Yomiel:
...I'll shoot her!

Youth:
I peeked out fearfully
from the bushes, and saw
some shadowy figures.

Youth:
I didn't see the face
of the criminal clearly.

Youth:
I knew I should do something
to help, but I couldn't move.

Youth:
The tension was so thick, it
was painful. Just when I
couldn't stand it any longer...

Youth:
...that's when it happened.
The sky suddenly burned
bluish-white!

Youth:
When it crashed
into the ground...

Youth:
...the meteorite gave off a
shower of beautiful fragments.

Youth:
And then I saw it.

Youth:
One of those beautiful
fragments...

Youth:
...pierced into the
criminal's back.

Youth:
The judgment of the
gods was brought down
on the park that day.

Youth:
Ten years ago...

Youth:
...the little girl that was
you, was saved by the
rock of the gods.

Lynne:
Oh, my... I can't believe it...!

Lynne:
........

Youth:
The rock of the gods was
given the name "Temsik."

Youth:
And still today...

Youth:
...it lies sleeping, deep
in the park's earth.

[Temsik]

Lynne
I... I never knew about
this "Temsik"...

Lynne:
I always thought Detective
Jowd was the one who
saved me...

Youth:
You were very young then.

Youth:
And you passed out from the
shock of being taken hostage. Of
course you wouldn't remember.

Sissel:
But that's funny.

Sissel:
A huge incident like that should
have caused quite a stir.

Sissel:
It's strange you never heard
of it, Lynne.

Lynne:
It is, isn't it? But now
that I think about it...

Lynne:
...I remember I didn't want to
think about what happened.

Lynne:
I avoided the news, and I never
came back to this park again.

Lynne:
That's why I didn't know
anything about it.

Youth:
The meteorite was named
"Temsik" after the name of
this park that it fell in.

Youth:
And then the "rock of the
gods" was forgotten.

Youth:
Now, an awful thing is happening!
They're talking about turning
the park into a housing site!

Youth:
I'll never forget the miracle
I witnessed that day.

Youth:
And so I've taken up residence
in this park, and am trying to
appeal to the people.

Youth:
Protect the park, the rock of
the gods! That is my mission!

Lynne:
I see...

Lynne:
I'm taking you with me, Missile.

Sissel:
(So, ten years ago, the little
girl that was Lynne wasn't
aware of the meteorite.)

Sissel:
(I get that.
But Detective Jowd,
on the other hand...)

Sissel:
(There's no way he didn't know
about this "Temsik" thing...)

Sissel:
(And if he knew...)

Jowd:
"And the man died. I took his life."

Sissel:
(...What was that "confession"
of his all about...?)

The "rocks of the gods" that fell
from the sky ten years ago...

...changed the destinies
of many people's lives.

Like the ripples on a pond when
a pebble is dropped in...

With every answer I get, I
learn about a new mystery.

Will I be able to break the chain
of mysteries before dawn...?

Anyway, now that we have
the evidence we need...

...we decided to meet up again
at the minister's office.

Besides, there are a few things
I want to ask Detective Jowd...

Lynne:
We found the "music box,"
Detective Jowd!

Jowd:
Good job, Lynne.
I knew you would.

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
Once everything had been
"resolved," I had wanted you
to give this to him.

Lynne:
"Him"? You mean Inspector
Cabanela, right?

Jowd:
I don't suppose he'll ever
forgive me.

Lynne:
Detective Jowd...

Jowd:
Now then, let's get this thing
open. There's a certain knack
to doing it, you know.

Jowd:
Hrrrnhhhh!

Jowd:
Haaah!

Jowd:
See?

Sissel:
(He calls that a "knack"...?
Looks more like brute
strength to me...)

Jowd:
Here you are.

Jowd:
You should find scorch
marks on the grip.

Lynne:
Scorch marks...?

Jowd:
When Kamila built her
contraption, she used a
special kind of string.

Jowd:
It's a kind magicians use.
It burns up in an instant
and disappears.

Lynne:
Why would little Kamila use
something like that?

Jowd:
I don't know. Maybe because
she's a detective's daughter.

Jowd:
Not leaving any evidence
behind and all that. Ha ha!

Minister:
In the case report,
there was mention of
some scorch marks.

Jowd:
When it happened,
Kamila was watching
from her hiding place.

Jowd:
She saw the flame run to the
gun, something she naturally
didn't include in her design.

Jowd:
I took the gun out of the frame
and replaced it with a picture.

Jowd:
If you remove the picture, you
should find scorch marks
behind it on the frame, too.

Jowd:
And those marks should match
up with the ones on the gun.

Lynne:
In other words...

Jowd:
...it proves the contraption
existed there in that room
that day.

Minister:
And it didn't work the
way your little girl
intended, is that right?

Jowd:
Exactly. Some cowardly
culprit modified the design.

Minister:
But that angle was never
brought up in court.

Minister:
And so, as justice minister...

Minister:
...I must call off the
execution at this point.

Lynne:
I knew I was right.

Lynne:
It wasn't Detective Jowd.
Now we can finally prove that.

Lynne:
Thank goodness...

Jowd:
Thank you, Lynne.

Jowd:
In those eyes of yours,
I see the eyes of that
little girl from ten years ago...

****

Minister:
Hmm...

Sissel:
What's the matter?

Minister:
I just don't know...

Minister:
What should I have
done five years ago?

Jowd:
Back then...

Jowd:
...nobody had any way of
knowing the true nature
of the manipulator.

Jowd:
It wasn't anybody's fault that
we didn't know the truth.

Minister:
Do you really think so...?

Lynne:
Of course! Besides, what's
important right now is...

Lynne:
...deciding what to do
next. Am I right?

Jowd:
She's right, Mr. Minister.

Minister:
Y-Yes. Yes, of course.
I do believe she is!

Minister:
........

Minister:
Hmm...

Sissel:
What is it now?

Minister:
I just don't know...

Minister:
What should I do next?

Lynne:
You'll figure it out.
We believe in you!

****

Sissel:
Hmm... A miracle seems to
have occurred in this room.

Sissel:
Looks like the lady has
somehow managed to
escape the chandelier.

Sissel:
With her family's harmony
restored, her fingers move
more lightly than ever.

Sissel:
The little girl appears
to be asleep.

Sissel:
I hope she's having
pleasant dreams at last.

Amelie:
*groan*

Amelie:
Your face is so
wrinkled, Papa...

Sissel:
Hmm, I guess not.

****

Sissel:
The entrance to a nearly-
deserted, dimly-lit park.

Youth:
Stop the park from being turned
into a housing site! Protect the
park, the rock of the gods!

Rindge:
Uh, sorry, but could you
do that somewhere else?

Rindge:
I'm a little busy right now.
I don't have time to talk.

Youth:
Then let me ask you this!

Youth:
The rock of the gods, or this
"Kamila" you mention...

Youth:
...which is more important?

Youth:
Please answer clearly
and without reserve!

Rindge:
Kamila, of course!

Rindge:
Kamiiila!

Youth:
The gods!

Sissel:
Even knowing the
situation, this scene still
looks pretty suspicious...

****

Sissel:
The old pigeon guy
is still not back, eh?

Sissel:
But, you know...

Sissel:
(...there's something
different now about the
atmosphere of this place...)

Sissel:
.........
Anyway, whatever.

Sissel:
I'd better follow
my own leads.

Sissel:
(If I ever have to come
back here again, I suppose
fate will lead me here...)

****

Sissel:
The men who were fixing
the chair are gone.

Sissel:
(I bet it's because
the execution has
been called off...)

Sissel:
.........

Sissel:
They should've cleaned
up a little better before
they left.

Sissel:
(But there's nothing I can
do about it from here...)

****

Sissel:
This line doesn't
seem to be working.

Sissel:
(Guess I can't go there right now.)

****

Sissel:
It looks like the chef is back.

Sissel:
The rich sound of singing
and the delicious aroma
of chicken fills the air.

Chef:
La la la! The last
chicken of the night!

Chef:
La la la! Cooked by me,
in that secret, special way,
for me alone!

Chef:
The Chicken Kitchen will open
again tomorrow to share its
chicken with the world! La la la!

Sissel:
I sure would like to try
some of that chicken...

****

Jowd:
Sissel...

Jowd:
If you hadn't come
to my cell tonight...

Jowd:
...I would be gone by now,
without ever having
known any of this.

Jowd:
"This is what I deserve."

Jowd:
That's what I told myself
these past five years.

Jowd:
But things are different now.

Jowd:
Thanks to you, my eyes have
finally been opened.

Sissel:
Tonight...

Sissel:
...I've come into contact with
a lot of people's lives and
got involved in their fates.

Sissel:
And the only reason I was
doing it was to regain my
own lost memory.

Sissel:
But things are different now.

Sissel:
We're connected to each other
somehow. I just know it.

Sissel:
And that's why I need to ask
you a few more questions...

Sissel:
...in order to find
the truth about us.

Jowd:
Fair enough. Fire away.

[Manipulator]

Lynne:
Sissel told me all about
it, Detective Jowd.

Lynne:
About the manipulator.

Jowd:
Yes... And it looks like this
manipulator really did a
number on the minister, too.

Minister:
Aaaaargh!

Sissel:
Please don't pick on the
minister. If he dies again, I'm
the one who has to save him.

Minister:
Ooooogh...

Lynne:
Sissel, do you think...?

Lynne:
Do you think that's what
happened to me, too...?

Jowd:
Hmm? What are you
talking about, Lynne?

Jowd:
Don't tell me...

Jowd:
...you were manipulated, too?!

Sissel:
There was always a part of me
that just couldn't believe it...

Sissel:
That image of
the one who shot me...

Sissel:
But now I see the possibility
of a new explanation.

Lynne:
But...

Lynne:
...who is it? And
why did they do it?

[Kamila's Contraption]

Lynne:
That contraption was a
birthday surprise for
Kamila's mother, wasn't it?

Jowd:
That's right.

Lynne:
Something's been bothering
me about it...

Lynne:
I feel like I know that
device from somewhere...

Sissel:
No surprise there.

Sissel:
You lost your life once tonight
because of that machine.

Lynne:
Right? I knew it!
See, Detective Jowd?!

Jowd:
No, I'm afraid I don't "see"...

Sissel:
I told Detective Jowd about it.

Sissel:
Told him about seeing the exact
same contraption tonight in a
completely different place.

Jowd:
That's very strange indeed.

Jowd:
A junkyard on the edge
of town? I've never
even heard of the place.

Jowd:
And what's more, I've
never told a single soul
about that contraption.

Lynne:
You haven't?

Sissel:
(Hmm. That old pigeon guy...)

Sissel:
(Who in the world is he...?)

[Temsik]

Sissel:
Detective Jowd, you must've
heard this name before...

Sissel:
..."Temsik."

Sissel:
The meteorite that fell
in the park ten years ago.
You were there.

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
So you found out
about that, did you?

Sissel:
I hear that meteorite
saved little Lynne's life.

Jowd:
That's right.

Jowd:
I couldn't do anything to
help Lynne that day.

Sissel:
But in that case, I don't get it.

Sissel:
If it's true, doesn't it
mean you didn't "steal"
somebody's life away?

Lynne:
What are you talking about?

Sissel:
Detective Jowd, you told
me that, ten years ago...

Sissel:
...the person who killed
the perpetrator in the park...

Sissel:
...was you.

Lynne:
What?! But it was
the meteorite...!

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
I wasn't lying.

Jowd:
I stole that man's life away.
No question about it.
It was entirely my fault.

Jowd:
I was just about to shoot him.

Jowd:
I would have shot him in
the next instant, if the
meteorite hadn't come.

Jowd:
At that point...

Jowd:
...I was already a murderer.

Lynne:
That's not true!

Lynne:
You were trying to save me!

Jowd:
Lynne, I'm sorry, but...

Jowd:
...I don't think that's really it.

Lynne:
Huh?

[The truth about 10 years ago]

Jowd:
On that day ten years ago, a
different incident happened
in another place.

Lynne:
Another place?

Jowd:
Yes, in the police headquarters
interrogation room.

Jowd:
The worst sort of incident...
A suspect who was being
questioned escaped...

Lynne:
Wow. I didn't know about that!

Jowd:
I happened to be there
in the detective division,
so I joined the chase.

Jowd:
Fortunately... or I
guess, unfortunately...

Jowd:
...I was able to track him
down alone in the park.

Jowd:
Hold it right there!

Jowd:
I fired a warning shot.
I wanted to catch him, bad.

Jowd:
That warning shot
made him panic.

Jowd:
At the time...

Jowd:
...I was a young and green
detective, brandishing my
"sense of justice" like a sword.

Jowd:
I made him panic, and
got you involved, Lynne.
It was all my fault.

Lynne:
Detective Jowd...

Jowd:
All I could see was my target.
I couldn't even see you.

Jowd:
I'm so sorry, Lynne...

Lynne:
So the man who grabbed
me died that day...

Jowd:
These last ten years...

Jowd:
I've never forgotten his face.

Jowd:
And then a few years after that...

Jowd:
...when my wife Alma died
in such a mysterious way...

Jowd:
...I thought it was fate, my
punishment for what I'd done.

Jowd:
I painted pictures in my
cell. Nothing but portraits
of people's faces.

Jowd:
All the faces of the many
people I'd met in my life
and didn't want to forget...

Jowd:
And tonight...

Jowd:
...I finished my last
portrait... the final face
I wanted to remember.

Jowd:
The final face...

Jowd:
The face of the man
in the park that day.

Sissel:
W-Wait just one minute!

Sissel:
That can't be!
I saw that painting!

Sissel:
I saw the face you
painted tonight!

Sissel:
It was my face!

Sissel:
Are you telling me I was the
man in the park that time?!

Jowd:
That's right.

Jowd:
That face of yours is the
face I saw ten years ago.

Jowd:
The face of the man whose life
I stole, of the man who was
pronounced dead at the scene.

Lynne:
B-But hold on, Detective Jowd!

Lynne:
That can't be true! I just met
Sissel for the first time tonight!

Lynne:
And he died right in front of me!

Jowd:
By the way, the name
that I know the man in
the park that day by...

Jowd:
...isn't "Sissel."

Sissel:
What...?

Jowd:
From the first minute I
laid eyes on you tonight...

Jowd:
...I've been wondering...

Jowd:
"Who in the world is this guy...?"

Sissel:
I... I...

Cabanela:
Mr. Minister...

Minister:
Inspector Cabanela!
Where are you?!

Cabanela:
Just be quiet and listen.
This is our demand.

Minister:
Wh-What...?

Minister:
Demand...?

Cabanela:
Our demand hasn't changed.
The execution must be tonight.

Cabanela:
Once we've confirmed
it's been carried out, we'll
release the hostage.

Minister:
What are you talking about,
Inspector Cabanela?!

Minister:
And you know it wasn't my
daughter who was abducted!

Cabanela:
Does it really matter who the
hostage is? A life is a life...

Cabanela:
...even if it's the daughter
of a death-row prisoner.

Minister:
...!

Cabanela:
Once the criminal gets the
punishment he deserves,
the hostage will go free.

Cabanela:
Carry out the execution
immediately and wait
for our call.

Lynne:
What is it, Mr. Minister? You
look paler than ever...

Minister:
Wh-What in the world...?

Minister:
What's going on?!
Inspector Cabanela...!

The "rock of the gods" that fell
from the sky ten years ago...

...twisted the fates of
many people, and started
a chain of tragic events.

And, even now, the chain
continues to grow ever longer.

Inspector Cabanela's call
proved that to us.

And the greatest mystery of
all has risen to the surface.

Who is this "me" I've
been chasing all night?

Who

am

I?

I'm even further from
knowing than when I started.