Chapter 5

When Lynne lost her life
for the second time, she
was being detained.

On suspicion of my murder.

But I saved her, hoping to
solve my own mystery.

Living creatures can choose to live
their lives in one of two ways.

They can either submit to their
fate, or they can try to change it.

Lynne is definitely in
the second camp.

As soon as I got back
to the junkyard
superintendent's office...

...this fact was really
brought home to me.

Blue Detective:
Fool!

Blue Detective:
We told you not to let the
suspect out of your sight!

Officer:
My apologies, sir!

Officer:
But I never th-thought
she would run away!

Officer:
Lynne is our angel... I mean,
friend. I mean... she's like
family to us!

Blue Detective:
Angel, friend or family -- they all
run when they have the chance!

Blue Detective:
Do you have any idea how
many years it's been since
my wife ran away?!

Officer:
I'm very sorry!
I have no idea, sir!

Blue Detective:
Hmph! You'll never make
detective at that rate!

Blue Detective:
Now, find Lynne!

Officer:
Yes, sir!

Blue Detective:
If Inspector Cabanela gets
word of this, it's all over!

Sissel:
So our red-headed detective
escaped, did she?

Sissel:
(But I just barely saved
her a few minutes ago.
Whew, she's fast.)

Sissel:
Well, guess I'll look
around for leads.

****

Sissel:
Lynne's notebook,
sad and forgotten, sits
behind the bookshelves.

Sissel:
Who could she have been
calling on the phone before
she hid it there?

Sissel:
(I wish I could find out...)

****

Pigeon Man:
It just might be time to
clean this room up...

Pigeon Man:
But will that close
the matter...?

Pigeon Man:
Her appearance here, of all
places -- and tonight, of all
times...

Pigeon Man:
I hardly think it's coincidence...

****

Sissel:
I can't hear from here.
Better get closer...

****

McCaw:
That old pigeon man... Do
you suppose he's carrying out
some sort of research here...?

McCaw:
Look at all these
precision instruments and
complicated devices...

McCaw:
What are you doing?

Officer:
Sir! I think maybe this is how
Lynne escaped -- through here.

McCaw:
She couldn't possibly fit into
that tiny little elevator!

Officer:
Oh, I don't know, sir...
Lynne is pretty slim...

McCaw:
Fool! Don't you know that
women can make themselves
appear slim through fashion?!

McCaw:
To this day, I STILL don't know
how much my wife really weighs!

Officer:
I'm very sorry!
I had no idea, sir!

McCaw:
Hmph! You'll never make
detective at that rate!

McCaw:
Anyway... Where is that
old pigeon man?

Officer:
Oh, him, sir? He went through
the door behind me, sir.

McCaw:
It won't open.

Officer:
Apparently, that door leads
to the basement, but it's
currently locked, sir.

McCaw:
These instruments...
They're all very suspicious.

McCaw:
You'd better keep your
eye on that old man, too.

Officer:
Yes, sir!

****

Sissel:
I have no idea what this
instrument is for.

Sissel:
As a matter of fact, this
whole desk is filled with
things I've never seen.

Sissel:
I know I've lost my
memory, but still...

Sissel:
That old pigeon man seems
like a pretty strange guy.

****

Sissel:
These photos
look pretty old.

Sissel:
Pictures of little
fragments of rock...

Sissel:
That old pigeon guy has
some pretty strange
taste in wall décor.

****

Officer:
I could swear I just saw
this thing move...

Officer:
Don't tell me...!
Could it be...?

Officer:
...It sensed the tension between
me and the detective, and moved
to get away from it...?

Sissel:
(That was an
unexpected tangent.)

Officer:
I'll never make
detective at this rate...

Officer:
What I need is some
sort of achievement,
a feather in my cap...

Officer:
If only I could find a
helpful lead, that
might do the trick...

Sissel:
(A helpful and blindingly
obvious lead is staring you
in the face right now...)

****

Officer:
Huh...? This is...
Lynne's notebook!

Officer:
If I give this back to her,
it might "spark" something
between us...

Officer:
Hmm... What to do, what
to do...? This is a very
complicated matter.

McCaw:
What have you got there?

Officer:
What, this?! Oh... uh...
This is... Um...

McCaw:
Wait a minute... Is that...?

Officer:
Y-Yes, sir! It's Lynne's notebook!

McCaw:
Notebook, eh? Come to think
of it, there was something
about that in the report.

McCaw:
Something about her
looking at her notebook
and making a phone call...

McCaw:
This must be it. This
telephone number with
the big circle around it.

McCaw:
Aren't you curious to know
who she was calling?

Officer:
I am! I really am, sir!
I'd like to know!

Officer:
...Oh!

Officer:
But I don't have any ulterior
motive for wanting to know,
though. No, sir! No, sir!

McCaw:
This number might be
an important lead.

McCaw:
I'd better check it out.

****

Sissel:
Lynne's notebook, eh?
I'd like to see what's inside...

Sissel:
But this guy has a death
grip on it. I can't open it.

Sissel:
I bet this detective never
lets his prey escape once
he gets a hold of it...

****

McCaw:
Hello?! To whom am
I speaking, please?!

Bailey:
Yes?! Hello?!

McCaw:
This is a criminal
investigation. We
need your cooperation.

Bailey:
Hey, I know that voice... Is
that you, Detective McCaw?

McCaw:
Oh... is that... Officer Bailey?

Bailey:
What's up, sir? You don't
usually call this late.

McCaw:
Oh, uh...

McCaw:
Did you get a call from one of
our detectives, Lynne, earlier?

Bailey:
From Lynne?

Bailey:
Yes, I did. She calls every night.

Bailey:
Maybe she senses it's
about to happen.

McCaw:
Did she say anything special?

Bailey:
No, not really. Is
something wrong?

McCaw:
Yes, well... Ahem. I might
be contacting you again if
I have any other questions.

McCaw:
I'm going to go file the report
down at the station. I need
you to be vigilant here.

Officer:
Excuse me, Detective, but...

McCaw:
What is it?

Officer:
That notebook... Would
you mind if I gave...?

Officer:
........

Officer:
Uh, never mind, sir!

McCaw:
Hmph. Just stay on your toes.

****

Officer:
Darn. There goes my chance to
kindle a romance with Lynne.

Officer:
And I didn't even get any credit
for finding the notebook.

Officer:
And I forgot to ask whose
telephone number it was.

Officer:
If only I could crawl into this
elevator and just disappear!

Officer:
If I disappeared, I wonder if
Lynne would shed a tear for me...?

Sissel:
(And here I thought he
was examining the
elevator for clues...)

****

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

Sissel:
The sad voice of a
young man drifts over
to me on the breeze...

Rindge:
Hmph...

Rindge:
I suddenly feel so all alone.

Rindge:
Yeah, he was a pain in the
neck, but now that he's gone...

Rindge:
...I feel almost like I've been
abandoned by the gods...

Sissel:
(He is a complicated
young man.)

****

Sissel:
That cop looks miserable.

Sissel:
He looks just like
a drenched and dejected
kitten in the rain.

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Hmm. I think he's starting
to rub off on me.)

Officer:
Tonight, in this town,
on this planet, in this
galaxy, in this cosmos...

Officer:
...is there any other man
as miserable as me?

Officer:
My goal was to be a police
officer as shining and as
bright as a newly-minted coin...

Officer:
But now I have to
find another dream.

Sissel:
........

Officer:
I know! I'll be a newly-minted
coin as shining and bright as
a police officer!

Sissel:
(Well... I'll say this much...)

Sissel:
(It's nice to have a goal...)

****

Co-worker:
What was that call all about?
I heard you say "Lynne."

Bailey:
I don't really know. If I had
to take a guess, though,
I would probably say...

Bailey:
...something's going on with her.

Co-worker:
Ha ha ha!

Co-worker
The only place in the world
where nothing is going on is
inside your brain, Bailey!

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
What is that supposed
to mean?!

Bailey:
........

Bailey:
I mean, I know what
the words mean... That's
not what I'm asking.

Bailey:
That was my way of
expressing indignation, putting
it in the form of a question...

Co-worker:
I just hope Lynne's not
doing anything crazy. I'm
a fan of hers, ya know?

Bailey:
According to my log...

Bailey:
Lynne has been calling here
nearly every night as of late.

Sissel:
So, let's see...

Sissel:
This is the place Lynne took
all that risk to call, eh?

Sissel:
(But what exactly
IS this place?)

****

Sissel:
The screen shows
rows of tiny rooms.

Sissel:
The rooms are really, really
small. And you can see right
into them from the outside.

Sissel:
I suppose the open bars keep
the rooms airy, but I wouldn't
wanna live in one, myself...

Sissel:
I wonder where these
little rooms are?

****

Co-worker:
Hey, what's this?

Bailey:
Oh, that? I wrote down my
duties for the night, so I
wouldn't forget any of them.

Co-worker:
You can't keep 'em in your
head? It's not like you have
a ton of "duties," after all.

Co-worker:
Use a little brain power.

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
What are you talking about?!

Bailey:
Weren't you the one who
just said nothing was going
on inside my brain?!

Co-worker:
........

Co-worker:
Hmm, didn't think you'd take
it in quite that direction...

****

Co-worker:
So, let's see this important "to do"
list of yours... "9:00: Take Prisoner
C38 to the telephone room."

Bailey:
Yes, he just made a
request to use the phone
a little while ago.

Co-worker:
9:00, eh? That's when
Lynne usually calls.

Bailey:
Well, we can't let her talk to
"him" tonight. Rules are rules.

Co-worker:
Aw, poor Lynne. Sure
wish I could comfort her...

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
Wh-What do you think
you're doing?! That's my
important "duties memo"!

Co-worker:
That's okay. I've got it
all memorized for ya.

Bailey:
W-Well, it's your duty
to guard the telephone
room, you know!

Bailey:
Just make sure you do your
job when the time comes!

****

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Bailey:
There you go again! Fooling
around with that thing!

Co-worker:
It wasn't me.

Bailey:
Don't lie! You know you
love to see me jump up and
prepare for emergency!

Co-worker:
Oh, yeah, sure, way back
when I first got this job.

Co-worker:
But I've had enough of that
now. Besides, you always
react exactly the same way.

Bailey:
Grr...!

Co-worker:
The emergency switch is probably
just loose. Probably because I
fooled around with it too much...

Bailey:
Well, it's for emergencies!
Don't play with it!

Co-worker:
Anyway, it wasn't me. Maybe
you oughta get it repaired, huh?

Bailey:
Well, close it back up! It's
making me feel on edge.

Co-worker:
Nah. Too much of a pain.

Bailey:
"A pain"?! Proper emergency
procedures are "a pain" to you?!
What a sad, sad state of affairs...

****

Bailey:
Aaaaargh!

Co-worker:
Just the kind of excitement
I need to wake me up!

Bailey:
Well, I told you, it's
only for emergencies!
Don't play with it!

Co-worker:
And I told you, it wasn't me!

Co-worker:
Ya know, I thought this work
would be a lot more exciting.

Co-worker:
Sometimes, I don't know which is
my real job -- going on rounds,
or building houses out of cards!

Bailey:
Well, you'd BETTER know!

Co-worker:
And YOU oughta know
that I'm just kidding.

Bailey:
Grrr...!

****

Lynne:
Hello?

Bailey:
L-Lynne!

Lynne:
I'm sorry. I don't have much
time. Please let me talk to him!

Bailey:
I-I'm sorry, Detective. I
can't do that tonight.

Lynne:
You can't...? But you always
let me talk to him before...

Bailey:
Well, uh... The telephone
room is already reserved...
That's why.

Lynne:
Oh... *sniffle*

Bailey:
By the way, is something
going on with you tonight?

Lynne:
What...? Why do you ask?

Bailey:
I got a call from one of the
other detectives a minute
ago, asking about you.

Lynne:
O-Oh, really? Well, I don't
think it's anything important...

Lynne:
Officer Bailey...?

Lynne:
Do you think you could keep
this call just between us?

Lynne:
Even if only for tonight?

Bailey:
Well, I... uh...

Lynne:
Oh!

Lynne:
Well, I've gotta go!
I'll call again tomorrow!

Bailey:
Oh, boy... Well, I guess
I'd better call the
detective division...

Co-worker:
Hold on there, Bailey!

Bailey:
What?

Co-worker:
Don't tell me you're gonna
report that call from Lynne?

Bailey:
What else can I do? It's my duty.

Co-worker:
Just write it down on one of
your important "to do" lists!

Co-worker:
And then I can wad it up for
you and throw it away.

Bailey:
You mean, you want me
to keep quiet about it?

Co-worker:
Well, isn't that what
she asked you to do?

Bailey:
Well... yes, but...

Co-worker:
Tonight is kind of a
"special case" for us.

Co-worker:
Can't you make a special
exception for my Lynne, too?

Bailey:
*sigh*

Bailey:
"Special case," huh?
All right, you win.

****

Sissel:
I don't know what THEY
think is "special"
about tonight...

Sissel:
...but, for ME, it's
my "only" night.

Sissel:
Lynne is on the other
end of that telephone
line. I'd better hurry.

****

Minister:
Even as I sit here,
time is ticking away.

Minister:
I wonder what he's
feeling right now?

Minister:
I bet he hates me!
Aaaargh...!

Minister:
Oh, if only I could blow up and
scatter into a million pieces...!

Sissel:
(Maybe he oughta think of
more peaceful images...)

****

Sissel:
That cop looks miserable.

Sissel:
He looks just like
a drenched and dejected
kitten in the rain.

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
(Hmm, I think he's starting
to rub off on me.)

Officer:
Tonight, in this town,
on this planet, in this
galaxy, in this cosmos...

Officer:
...is there any other man
as miserable as me?

Officer:
My goal was to be a police
officer as shining and as
bright as a newly-minted coin...

Officer:
But now I have to
find another dream.

Sissel:
........

Officer:
I know! I'll be a newly-minted
coin as shining and bright as
a police officer!

Pigeon Man:
Yes... Yes, that's a better
goal for you, I think.

Officer:
It is, isn't it?

Sissel:
(Well... I'll say this much...)

Sissel:
(It's nice to have a goal...)

****

Bailey:
Aaaaaargh!

Co-worker:
What's with you all of a sudden?

Bailey:
What do you think of my
quirky behavior?! Surprised?

Co-worker:
Huh?

Bailey:
You seemed bored, so I
thought I'd wake you up.

Bailey:
You can call that my "Gotcha!"
move! What do you think?

Co-worker:
........

Co-worker:
If a normal person
pulled a move like that,
sure, I might be startled.

Co-worker:
But this is you we're
talking about.

Bailey:
Oh... Okay...

Bailey:
........

Bailey:
Aaaaaargh!

Bailey:
H-How can you be
so insensitive?!

Bailey:
I-I was only trying to
open up communication
between us! I thought --

Co-worker:
Do your work, Bailey.

Sissel:
(What a team.)

****

Officer:
Lynne! Lyyyyyne!

Officer:
Oh, why couldn't it have
been me instead?!

Officer:
I'm no use as a police officer!
It should have been me!

Pigeon Man:
It looks like she's dead.
We'd better not touch her.

Officer:
Who did this?! Who shot Lynne?!

Officer:
Hey... Excuse me, mister.

Pigeon Man:
You talking to me?

Officer:
This room... There aren't
any other exits besides
this one, are there?

Pigeon Man:
Do you see one?

Officer:
Huh...? Then how did...?

Officer:
We must have one of those
mysterious "locked room"
murder cases on our hands!

Officer:
One of those cases where
the murderer vanishes into
thin air in a vacuum!

Pigeon Man:
Just go find a real detective.

Pigeon Man:
I'll keep watch here.

Officer:
Yes, sir!

Pigeon Man:
*sigh* What a terrible
turn of events...

So now a "locked room"
murder, eh? Things never
get dull for our redhead...

I know of a certain inspector
who might dance around at
the thought of a mystery.

But no mysteries for me.

Not when I can rewind time
and talk to the victim herself.

Guess it's time to go back
and see the truth behind this
murder with my own eyes.

****

Pigeon Man:
What's taking him so long?

Pigeon Man:
I guess the simple act of getting
a detective is just too much for
the young people of today.

Pigeon Man:
Well... I'm in no hurry. I'll just
clear my mind and wait.

Sissel:
(Well, I'M in a hurry. And
I'd better get going...)

****

Sissel:
Here, it's as if time
is at a standstill...

Sissel:
...while, downstairs, a
terrible situation is calling
out for my attention.

Sissel:
(I'd better get back
down there...)

****

Lynne:
Ha ha! I died again!

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
I thought you'd be a little more
grave, under the circumstances.

Lynne:
Yeah, well, this is the third time,
after all... It's scary what a girl can
get used to, don't you think?

Sissel:
(Frankly, the way her
mind works is a whole heck
of a lot scarier to me...)

Sissel:
So what happened this
time? Who shot you?

Lynne:
I don't know.

Sissel:
What?

Lynne:
I'd like to know, myself.
Who could've done it...?

Lynne:
Who shot me?!

Sissel:
What are you asking me for?!

Sissel:
(Oh, boy... Guess I'll just have
to go find out for myself.)

Lynne:
Okay, you just go do
that. Hurry along, now!

Sissel:
(I get the distinct impression
I'm being used here...)

Sissel:
Okay. Looks like it's time to
go back... back to four
minutes before your death!

Pigeon Man:
How long has it been
since I locked this room
up in darkness?

Pigeon Man:
I once thought the truth could
be discovered in darkness...

Pigeon Man:
...Maybe it was just that
the time wasn't ripe.

Officer:
He hung up.

Sissel:
(THAT'S the truth behind
our locked room murder...?)

Lynne:
So the "murderer" was
a mechanical "murder
machine"?!

Sissel:
"Murder machine"...?

Lynne:
When I came into the
room, it was pitch-dark,
so I turned on the light.

Lynne:
That must've been what set
it off -- the murder machine,
I mean!

Sissel:
Can you please stop repeating
the words "murder machine"?

Lynne:
That old pigeon guy must've
made it. But why?

Sissel:
(What could be the meaning
behind this weird room?)

Lynne:
Anyway, you'll have to
find some way to stop
that creepy machine.

Lynne:
Once Cupid fires his
arrow, it's all over.

****

Lynne:
You know what, Sissel?

Lynne:
I think this death might be
easier to prevent than the
others.

Sissel:
Why's that?

Lynne:
You know. Because the
murderer is mechanical!

Sissel:
(She has a point.
I can't manipulate
living creatures...)

Sissel:
(But I can manipulate this
machine. Now I just gotta
figure out how to stop it...)

Lynne:
When the "four-minutes-ago
me" turns on the light...

Lynne:
...that's when the murder
machine is set in motion,
apparently.

Sissel:
(It looks like the key
to solving this one...)

Sissel:
(...is understanding this
Rube Goldberg machine.)

****

Sissel:
This telephone doesn't seem
to be working right now.

Sissel:
(Usually, the telephone
line glows red, but it's
dark right now.)

Sissel:
Hmm... In the "four minutes
before death" world...

Sissel:
...it looks like I can't
use the telephone
lines whenever I want.

****

Sissel:
How did you manage
to cram yourself into
that tiny elevator?

Lynne:
I've always liked small,
cramped places.

Lynne:
Whenever I see a little
hole or crevice, I always
feel like crawling in.

Lynne:
The place I feel most at
home is that space between
my bed and the wall.

Sissel:
Yeah, I guess I can
understand that.

Lynne:
Ah, we're birds of a feather!
We should get together and
talk about it sometime!

****

Lynne:
So, about telephones...

Lynne:
In the "four minutes before"
world, you can't just use
them at any ol' time, right?

Sissel:
That's right. Only when it's
being used to make a call.

Lynne:
So maybe that call just now
was a good opportunity.

Sissel:
Hmm. It seems to me...

Sissel:
...there's a fine line between
"good opportunity" and
"our only hope"...

Lynne:
So which one was
that phone call?

Sissel:
Hmm. It seems to me...
(...I have no idea.)

****

Lynne:
There it goes! The murder
machine has started!

Sissel:
I-I can see that.
(I have to do something!)

Lynne:
But what CAN you do?!

Lynne:
There's nowhere to move to
from here! You might as well
just throw up your hands!

Lynne:
And don't give me that "a
ghost doesn't have hands"
bit.

Lynne:
It's just a figure of speech!

Sissel:
(Hmm...)

Sissel:
(It looks like I messed
up somewhere...)

****

Sissel:
I guess there isn't anything
we can do from here...

Lynne:
No sense in being shy and
hanging back, I always say.

Sissel:
(This from the detective
who hid in an elevator...)

Sissel:
I guess I'd better keep my eyes
pen for an opportunity to move
this time.

****

Officer:
Oh! Um, is this the
superintendent?

Officer:
I'm so glad! I thought
I was all alone...

Pigeon Man:
........

****

Officer:
It's all over... It's all over for me...

Officer:
Lynne -- sweet, cute Lynne,
who shines as bright as the
sun -- ran away on me...

Officer:
And then those detectives --
matching bookends, blue
and green -- yelled at me...

Officer:
And then the old man with the
dirty blue dove on his head
completely ignored me...

Officer:
If only somebody would give me
a kind word right about now...

Sissel:
You wanna give
him a kind word,
Miss Bright-As-the-Sun?

Lynne:
Um... Let's see...

Lynne:
"Hang in there!"

Sissel:
(That's all you've got?)

Lynne:
I'd like to see you do better!

****

Officer:
It's all over... It's all over for me...

Officer:
Lynne -- sweet, cute Lynne,
who shines as bright as the
sun -- ran away on me...

Officer:
And then the old man with the
dirty blue dove on his head
completely ignored me...

Officer:
All I wanted was for somebody
to give me a kind word...

Officer:
Instead, what did I get?

Officer:
Scalding steam from the kettle!

Sissel:
You wanna give
him a kind word,
Miss Bright-As-the-Sun?

Lynne:
Um... Let's see...

Lynne:
Chin up! You're just
having a bad day!

Sissel:
(That's not a whole
heck of a lot better
than a scalding burn...)

Lynne:
I'd like to see you do better!

****

Officer:
There you are, Superintendent!
That wasn't very nice of you,
you know.

Pigeon Man:
What wasn't?

Officer:
The least you can do is
say "hello" when you
answer the phone.

Officer:
But you didn't say a word.
How is that supposed to
make me feel?

Pigeon Man:
A person has the right to
call whomever they please.
And, conversely...

Pigeon Man:
...the person who answers has
the right to decide if they want
to talk to that person or not.

Officer:
So, in other words, all I
can do is wait, is that it?

Officer:
Wait to meet the person
of my destiny, the person
who chooses to talk to me!

****

Sissel:
If I want to change her fate...

Lynne:
...Then you need to do something
about that murder machine!

Sissel:
(I guess staying up here isn't
gonna do us any good...)

****

Officer:
Lynne ran away, the
detectives yelled at me, the
old pigeon man ignored me...

Officer:
And then the kettle nearly
scared me to death...

Officer:
My life is in complete shambles!

Lynne:
That's gratitude for you!
We were just trying to warn
him with the kettle whistle!

Lynne:
Would he have
preferred getting
scalded by the steam?

Sissel:
Well, at least his fate
was changed a bit.

Sissel:
That's good, anyway.

****

Lynne:
There it goes! The murder
machine has started!

Sissel:
And if the whole thing
plays out, that gun on
the wall will go off.

Sissel:
But before that happens,
it's up to me to use
my ghost tricks!

Lynne:
There must be some way to
disrupt this domino effect.

Lynne:
You just have to find it!

Sissel:
(Here goes!)

****

Lynne:
Oh, I know this toy.
The wheel spins and
moves down the pole.

Lynne:
Hey, look! There's a
thread attached to it!

Sissel:
It loops around the clock
and is tied to the frame
the gun is in...

Sissel:
...and it seems to be
connected to our fiery
Mr. Cupid as well.

Sissel:
(This toy seems to be
the "heart" of the
entire mechanism.)

Sissel:
(But inertia is surprisingly
powerful... I can't stop it
once it's set in motion!)

****

Lynne:
Stopping this murder
machine is no easy task.

Sissel:
Well, if I can't stop it...

Sissel:
...maybe I can at least
change how it works.

Sissel:
(I'll just keep trying stuff
until I find a new lead.)

****

Lynne:
Why can't you just make me
escape through that trap door
in the floor?!

Sissel:
You and I both know that's
impossible, missy.
Although...

Sissel:
(I thought I saw a new path
open up to us when I opened
that door...)

Sissel:
(But did I miss my chance to
get back on the main path
afterwards?)

****

Lynne:
Hey! That was pretty good
just now!

Sissel:
Maybe if we were on a
putting green.

Lynne:
Well, with a swing like that...
Maybe we could put it to
some use here.

Sissel:
(Good thinking. I just
might be able to use this
trick somehow.)

Sissel:
(If I could change the
path the ball takes...)

Lynne:
That's great and all...

Lynne:
But it looks like we're
all out of time this round...

****

Sissel:
The key to this
"murder machine"...

Lynne:
...Is that cheeky little Cupid
who fires the arrow.

Lynne:
If only we could get that ball
to fly over and hit him...

Sissel:
(Yes, maybe that would
stop our little Mr. Cupid...)

****

Sissel:
The key to this
"murder machine"...

Lynne:
...Is that cheeky little Cupid
who fires the arrow.

Sissel:
(But wait a minute...
That swinging shovel...)

Sissel:
(I wonder if that can be used
as a "weapon" somehow
against our Mr. Cupid?)

****

Sissel:
What did you think about the
movement of Mr. Cupid just now?

Lynne:
I'd say we were really close.

Sissel:
(Yeah, I guess we've got
a little further to go.)

Sissel:
(It all comes down to
the right timing...)

****

Sissel:
The key to this
"murder machine"...

Lynne:
...Is that cheeky little Cupid
who fires the arrow.

Lynne:
If he's going to shoot arrows,
I'd prefer they were arrows of
love, myself.

Sissel:
(So I either have to stop Cupid
from turning, or stop his arrow...)

****

Lynne:
What just happened?

Sissel:
It looks like your future just
got a whole lot rosier.

Sissel:
Your death has been
erased... again.

Lynne:
I, uh... Thank you.

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
You kept your promise,
didn't you, Sissel?

Sissel:
My promise?

Lynne:
You said I'd see you
again if I died.

Sissel:
I don't remember making
any promises. It's all for my
own benefit, anyway...

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
What could this
room be all about?

Sissel:
Hmm... I can't imagine.

Lynne:
Those things that went off
at the end. Those were party
poppers, weren't they?

Sissel:
Party poppers?
(I have no recollection of what
they are, but that's no surprise...)

Lynne:
The party poppers, the gun
going off... It seems familiar
somehow...

Sissel:
........

Sissel:
I'll leave that part of the
puzzle to you. I have my
own "puzzle" to figure out.

Sissel:
Well, shall we go back now?
Back to your new "present"?

Lynne:
Sissel...? Are you there...?

Sissel:
(Lynne is... talking to me...?)

Lynne:
If you're there, could
you say something?

Lynne:
If you're not there...

Lynne:
...I guess I'm just a weird
girl who talks to herself.

Sissel:
(Well, you ARE kind of a
weird girl, whether you
talk to yourself or not...)

****

Pigeon Man:
What are you doing there
that's taking so long?

Pigeon Man:
Look, kid, I want
to make my tea.

Officer:
Shh! Please don't talk
to me right now.

Officer:
Adjusting this stove is a
really delicate business.

Pigeon Man:
Huuuh?

Officer:
If I turn the knob left, the
flames get smaller. If I turn
it right, they get bigger.

Officer:
In just another minute, I'll
have them adjusted just right!

Pigeon Man:
I wish you had a
knob on your head...

Pigeon Man:
I'd adjust you just right...

Sissel:
Oh, boy... This could
take a while.

Sissel:
Besides, I can't just
leave Lynne behind.

Sissel:
She said she wanted
to talk to me.

Sissel:
(Maybe I'd better go see
what she has to say.)

****

Lynne:
You are here! I knew it!
I just had that feeling.

Lynne:
Shame on you for stepping foot
into a girl's head uninvited.

Lynne:
Wait a minute...!

Lynne:
Don't give me that "a ghost
doesn't have feet" bit.

Lynne:
It's just a figure of speech!

Sissel:
Hey, did I say anything?

Lynne:
There! That tone! It's that tone
of yours that makes me mad!

Sissel:
So... did you have
something particular
you wanted to say to me?

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
I just thought I'd share some
information with you.

Lynne:
I'm investigating a case right now.

Lynne:
A murder case. And I'm doing it
alone.

Sissel:
A murder case, all by yourself?

Lynne:
Yes, well, that's because the case
was closed a long time ago.

Lynne:
The "culprit" is already behind
bars, forgotten by the world.

Sissel:
So why are you looking
into it, then?

Lynne:
Because I think the person's
innocent, that's why!

Lynne:
There's something strange
behind the case, some big
mystery. I firmly believe that.

Lynne:
So, anyway, I finally have my
memory back. I'm not at liberty
to tell you about the case...

Lynne:
...but if there's anything else
you want to know, I'll try to
answer what I can.

Sissel:
(Lynne is my only "lead."
I WOULD like to ask her
about a few things...)

[About the one who shot me]

Sissel:
You have your life AND
your memory back now...

Sissel:
So let me ask you again...

Sissel:
...who shot me tonight?

Lynne:
Yeah, I thought that might be
the first thing on your mind...

Sissel:
What else would it be?

Sissel:
There's a good chance I was shot
while I was with you, after all.

Lynne:
I'm afraid...

Lynne:
...my memory just isn't
clear on that part.

Sissel:
Not clear?

Lynne:
I met with you tonight...

Lynne:
...and then you fell down right
in front of me. I think I
remember seeing that part.

Lynne:
I'm pretty sure you were
shot. Maybe... from
somewhere far away...?

Sissel:
So you didn't see the culprit?

Lynne:
I'm sorry. I wish I
could be of more help...

Lynne:
But I know I wasn't the
one who shot you.

Sissel:
Your colleagues seem to think
you're a suspect, though.

Lynne:
I wanted the information
you had for me.

Lynne:
So why would I shoot
you before I got it?

Sissel:
("Information," huh? I wonder
what info I had for her?)

[About the girl with the bow]

Sissel:
By the way, I see you
have a little roommate.

Lynne:
Kamila? How do you
know about her?

Sissel:
There was a tiny... incident
at your apartment a little
while ago.

Lynne:
An incident? What
kind of incident?

Lynne:
What happened?! Is
Kamila all right?!

Sissel:
She's fine, thanks to her
loyal little friend, Missile.

Sissel:
Although I did have
a little trouble bringing
him back to life...

Lynne:
Oh, my...

Lynne:
What in the world is going
on? Why would anybody want
to hurt Kamila and Missile?

Sissel:
You're being targeted by
a certain organization.

Lynne:
What?!

Sissel:
I saw them -- the people who
were calling you their "target."

Lynne:
So I'm a suspect and a target?
Could this night possibly get
any worse?!

Sissel:
It does sound pretty
rough. Are you sure you'll
be okay on your own?

Lynne:
Huh?

Sissel:
You know what they say...
When it rains, it pours.

Sissel:
Isn't it time you admitted you
need me, need my powers?

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
I'm sorry.

Lynne:
I can't cooperate with you.

Sissel:
........

Lynne:
Yes, you saved my life tonight.

Lynne:
I'm completely grateful for that.

Lynne:
But as a detective, I
still can't trust you.

Sissel:
That's... too bad.

[About the "information"]

Sissel:
So I had some important
"information" that you
wanted, huh?

Lynne:
That's right. You called
the station yesterday.

Lynne:
And you asked to talk to me.

Lynne:
You told me you had an
important lead on the
case I was working on.

Sissel:
Important lead, eh...?

Lynne:
You said you wanted to meet
me and talk to me directly.
Tonight, at the junkyard.

Sissel:
And you fell for it?
Even given how fishy
it sounds?

Lynne:
You're the last person I want
to hear that from, you know.

Lynne:
But I just couldn't let it go, no
matter how shady it seemed.

Lynne:
That's because I'm
running out of time.

Sissel:
Hey, that's right. You said
something was going down
tonight.

Sissel:
Does that "something"
have to do with the case
you're working on?

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it.

Sissel:
(Oh boy... But I
guess I understand...)

Lynne:
........

Sissel:
So what are you
gonna do now?

Lynne:
Run, I guess. They'll catch me
again if I don't get out of here.

Lynne:
And I have to get to the
restaurant. I'm worried
about Kamila.

Sissel:
Oh, yeah. What was it...?
The "Chicken Kitchen"
on Dead End Drive, right?

Lynne:
What about you, Sissel?
What are you going to do?

Sissel:
I don't know, to
tell you the truth.

Sissel:
You're my only
lead. If you leave...

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
I just realized... You and I
are in the same boat.

Lynne:
We're both looking for answers
tonight, and neither one of us
has anybody to help us.

Sissel:
That about sums it up.

Sissel:
Hey, even if you can't cooperate
with me, how about if we just
agree to use each other?

Lynne:
That's not a bad
idea... You're on.

Lynne:
But can I ask you to
do a favor for me first?

Sissel:
What's that?

Lynne:
I need you to sneak into
a certain place for me.

Lynne:
A prison, to be exact.

Sissel:
Prison...?

Lynne:
That's the place I was calling
from the office upstairs.

Lynne:
I want you to go find out
a certain prisoner's work
schedule for tomorrow.

Sissel:
Work schedule?
For a prisoner?

Lynne:
Yes, the prisoners are given
different job details every day.

Lynne:
Each prisoner's schedule for
the next day is written on a
small blackboard in his cell.

Sissel:
So just go check out a certain
prisoner's blackboard, huh?
Okay.

Lynne:
His prisoner number is D99.

Lynne:
If you do that for me,
I'll cooperate with you.

Sissel:
Okay. You're on.

Lynne:
Here, let me give you
the Chicken Kitchen's
telephone number...

Lynne:
Okay, see you later!

Sissel:
See you.

Sissel:
But don't die again,
if you can help it.

It looks like I hold the key to
the case Lynne is investigating...

And she holds the key to
solving the "mystery of me"...

So we've started up a strange
"relationship of cooperation."

Lynne gave me an assignment.

My task is to go check
out tomorrow's work
schedule for Prisoner D99.

I'd better get to the prison.