When was Yomiel's death...?

It was ten years ago, when
the Temsik meteorite fell.

We traveled back through
time, and now we're here
at the scene of that death.

The start of it all is
about to replay itself...

Lynne:
It's ready!

Jowd:
Hold it!

Jowd:
Give it up. Do you really
think you can outrun me?


Lynne:
Eeeeek!

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


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

Yomiel:
...I'll shoot her!


Jowd:
Huh...? Oh, a kitten...
Shoo! You might get hurt.


Jowd:
Are you okay?

Jowd:
You're all right now.
Are you hurt?


Lynne:
Y-You... saved me, mister?

Jowd:
I was just doing my job.

Jowd:
The gods... They're the
ones who saved you.


Lynne:
What's your job, mister?

Jowd:
Me? I'm a police detective.

Jowd:
So that's the Temsik meteorite, eh?

Yomiel:
It's... beautiful, looking
at it from this angle...


Jowd:
It changed all of our
fates completely.


Sissel:
We can't stop Temsik
from falling from the sky.

Sissel:
But we might be able to protect
you from that fragment and save
your life
.


Yomiel:
...!

Jowd:
........

Jowd:
I don't know...

Sissel:
What's the matter, Detective Jowd?

Jowd:
To be perfectly honest,
I'm scared.

Jowd:
If that meteorite fragment
doesn't get him...

Jowd:
...I'm pretty sure I
would've shot him!


Yomiel:
........

Jowd:
We might not be able to
change
your fate of dying.


Yomiel:
........

Yomiel:
I can accept that.

Jowd:
...!

Yomiel:
What I did is inexcusable.

Yomiel:
No matter how the future
might change, that fact
will never go away.

Yomiel:
If my fate is to die here...
then I accept that.


Sissel:
(This will be our last
battle against fate...)

Sissel:
(Beyond that will
be a new future!)


Missile:
Okay! Let's get started!

****

Sissel:
Now, how are we
gonna save you?

Sissel:
If Lynne would just wander
off somewhere, that would
solve everything.


Jowd:
When her sweet potato is
almost ready? Ha. She's not
gonna budge from that spot.


Yomiel:
But, you know, it
makes me wonder...

Yomiel:
A little girl, all alone in the
park, listening to music and
roasting a sweet potato...

Yomiel:
What kind of childhood
did this girl have...?


Missile:
Doesn't everybody have at
least one day in their life
like that?! Give her a break!


Sissel:
(Anyway, if Lynne won't
budge from that spot...)

Sissel:
 (...then we'll just have
to have the fragment
move, instead.)


****

Missile:
Miss Lynne looks so happy!

Sissel:
Sure, she's happy. She's about
to eat some sweet potato.


Missile:
And that happiness is
about to be shattered,
in a single instant...

Missile:
...when she drops
her sweet potato!


Sissel:
(Uh, I don't think you're
seeing the big picture...)

Sissel:
Anyway, we have to keep
our eyes peeled for a
chance to make our move.


Missile:
Right! We won't drop the
ball or the sweet potato!


****

Missile:
Oh, poor Miss Lynne!

Yomiel:
I'm sorry...

Missile:
If you're so sorry,
then put her down!


Sissel:
All right, now, Missile...

Yomiel:
I was really out of
my head that day...


Jowd:
Well... we can talk
about all of this later.


Sissel:
(The Temsik meteorite is
gonna fall very soon!)

Sissel:
(Before that happens...)

Sissel:
(...I have to think of a way to do
something about that fragment!)


Missile:
And I'll do everything
I can to help, too!


****

Sissel:
What in the world
is this thing?


Jowd:
Oh, boy. You even forgot
what a sweet potato is?

Jowd:
It's a roasted root
vegetable. It's good.


Yomiel:
There's nothing like them
on a cold winter's day.


Missile:
They're sweet and
they smell delicious!


Sissel:
(These guys sure are making
me want to try one.)


****

Missile:
It's about time for that
meteorite to come down!


Sissel:
Uh-oh!
We have to change the
fragment's path somehow!


Yomiel:
Hmm. It looks like both
"paths" and "fates" can be
difficult things to change...


Sissel:
(There HAS to be a way!)

Missile:
If we worked together,
you and me...

Missile:
...I thought we'd be
able to do something!


Sissel:
("Thought"? That's funny...
I wonder why he's using
the past tense?)


****

Sissel:
So this is the start of it all, huh?

Sissel:
(If we change Yomiel's fate,
what will happen to everything
else, I wonder...?)


Jowd:
It won't do us any good
to think about that now.


Sissel:
Right. We just have to take that
first step forward, just as we
always do...


****

Missile:
What are you doing?!
You're going to hurt
poor Miss Lynne's ears!


Sissel:
I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking...

Jowd:
You really startled her.

Jowd:
You even made her drop
her sweet potato.


Sissel:
(I know how much this
girl loves her food, too...)

Sissel:
Anyway...

Sissel:
at least her fate has
changed, albeit ever so
slightly!


****

Missile:
Please don't do that!

Sissel:
I just thought maybe it
would wake her up...


Jowd:
Even if you did wake her up...

Jowd:
...what good would that
do at the moment?


Missile:
You're the one who
needs to wake up, Sissel!


Sissel:
(This little doggie says
some pretty smart
things sometimes.)


****

Sissel:
Hmm. That was kind
of disappointing...

Sissel:
(Maybe the timing
was a little off?)


Missile:
Miss Lynne always says it's
better to be early than late!


Sissel:
(I'd better try it again.)

****

Sissel:
It looks like the basket
is empty now.

Sissel:
(Did Lynne think she was
gonna eat both of those
huge sweet potatoes?)


Jowd:
Who knows? There might
even have been more than
two...


Missile:
When Miss Lynne finds out
her sweet potato is gone,
she might cry VERY loudly!


Sissel:
(Are we trying to make
her out to be some kind
of sweet potato freak?)


****

Sissel:
That's some pretty
spirited water there...


Jowd:
That's what's known
as a "fountain."


Missile:
With that much force...

Missile:
...I bet it could lift me
right up into the air!


Sissel:
Lift you into the air, huh...?

Sissel:
(He's right. It just might be
able to lift something if it
was small enough...)


Jowd:
Like that thing that
just went floating by,
for example...?


****

Sissel:
I doubt we can move
those two from that spot...


Jowd:
Which means we have to do
something with the Temsik
fragment instead.


Missile:
That should be easy with our powers!

Sissel:
I think you're right, Missile.
(This is gonna be the grand finale...)


****

Missile:
Oh! Look at that
sweet potato!

Missile:
That big, scary
sweet potato!


Sissel:
That's not a sweet potato,
Missile. That's Mino.


Missile:
O-Oh, right! Of course!

Missile:
But look at them, the
potato and Mino.

Missile:
Right now, they both
have the same shape!


Sissel:
So you're saying you
could swap them, huh?
Good idea, Missile!


Missile:
Okay, here I go! And I'm
going to need your help!


Sissel:
(My help...?)

****

Jowd:
That was quite
a sight to see.


Sissel:
It looks like this park
just got a new feature.


Missile:
But neither one of them
even glanced this way!


Sissel:
Guess that's not surprising,
seeing as even a meteorite
didn't distract them.


Jowd:
Hey, it was a desperate
situation. "Kill or be killed"!


Sissel:
And Yomiel IS killed,
right after this -- by
the meteorite.

Sissel:
(Well, now that the park
has a new feature...)

Sissel:
(...can we use it to our
advantage in any way?)


****

Sissel:
It's no use. I can't get
any water to come out.


Missile:
Well, we can see why not!

Sissel:
(Yeah... the overwhelming
presence of Mino there...)

Sissel:
(If only we could use it to
our advantage somehow...)


****

Jowd:
Oh, look! The lamp
post is bending!


Missile:
But it hasn't broken yet!

Jowd:
It really is a wonder
it hasn't snapped.

Jowd:
It just might hold out for
a little while longer!


Sissel:
(Which will fall first, Mino
or the meteorite...?)


****

Jowd:
Oh, look! The lamp
post is bending!


Missile:
But it hasn't broken yet!

Jowd:
It really is a wonder
it hasn't snapped.

Jowd:
It just might hold out for
a little while longer!


Sissel:
(If I recall...)

Sissel:
(...the Temsik fragment
smashed through the glass
lantern on its way down.)


Jowd:
But if Mino sits
firmly in its way...


Sissel:
...Then fate should change!

****

Missile:
It's about time for that
meteorite to come down!


Sissel:
Don't worry, Missile!
I think we're ready for it.

Sissel:
Look what's right in
the fragment's path.


Missile:
Oh, okay! That
giant sweet potato!

Missile:
If anything can get
in the way, that ugly
monster can!


Sissel:
(Ouch.)

Sissel:
Anyway...

Sissel:
...now the fragment's
path ought to change!


****

Sissel:
There! How's that?!

Missile:
Look! The fragment's
course...

Missile:
It changed a little!


Jowd:
Now Yomiel's fate
should really change!


Yomiel:
...Wait a minute.

Yomiel:
Take another look at the
fragment's trajectory.

Yomiel:
Now that it's changed,
what's in its path?


Sissel:
In its path...?

Sissel:
(N-Nooo...!)


Jowd:
Uuuuunh!

Sissel:
Detective Jowd!

Sissel:
(The Temsik fragment
shot through his leg!)


Jowd:
What?!

But the cruel twists of
fate weren't over yet...

Jowd:
Ngh...!

Jowd:
C'mon, put it down...

Sissel:
Huh?

Jowd:
Jowd, put the
gun down... now!

Jowd:
If you don't...

Jowd:
...you're going to shoot him!


Sissel:
(I don't know if
it's his detective
training or what...)

Sissel:
(...but even though he's
shaking from the pain,
the gun doesn't waver.)


Jowd:
Put the gun down!

Jowd:
No!

Jowd:
I knew it. This is
my true fate...

Jowd:
In the end...

Jowd:
...I stole his life away
with my own hands...


Missile:
I won't let that happen!

Sissel:
Missile!
(The bullet is
stopped in midair!)


Missile:
I'm here, inside the bullet!

Missile:
Now let's swap it
with something!


Jowd:
Wh-What?!
With what...?!


Sissel:
Detective Jowd...

Sissel:
The meteorite fragment
is what made you pull
the trigger.

Sissel:
We won't let you
become a murderer!


Jowd:
...!

Sissel:
(We have to prove
that murder isn't the
detective's "true fate"...)

Sissel:
(And to do that, we have
to stop this bullet!)

Sissel:
(There must be something
with the same shape as the
bullet around here...!)


****

Sissel:
Okay, now go ahead
and swap that bullet!

Sissel:
Just like you did when we
saved Inspector Cabanela!

Sissel:
(We have to prove that murder
isn't Detective Jowd's "true fate"...)

Sissel:
(And to do that, we have
to stop this bullet!)


Missile:
Hmm. Something with the
same shape as the bullet...

Missile:
I'm pretty sure I saw something
like that around here somewhere!


Sissel:
You can do it, Missile!

****

Sissel:
Oh, no...
(We stopped the bullet...)

Sissel:
(...but we still
couldn't save him!)


Yomiel:
That's not true.

Sissel:
...!

Yomiel:
My fate of getting pierced
through the back might
not have changed...

Yomiel:
...but I'm still alive.


Jowd:
What?!

Yomiel:
I'm not dead.
I'm just unconscious!


Sissel:
Okay, so your fate of death
has changed... But, still!

Sissel:
(This fate is just too painful
to watch -- in every sense...)


Yomiel:
I don't think so.

Yomiel:
As long as I'm alive, that's
good enough for me.


But we were overlooking
one thing.

The wheel of fate was
still slowly turning...

Jowd:
Look out!

Jowd:
Wake up! You gotta
get out of there!

Jowd:
Dammit! My leg won't work!


Missile:
It's all over! We're
out of time!

Missile:
Miss Lynne!!!


Sissel:
It's not over yet!

Missile:
But there isn't anything
else to swap with!


Yomiel:
Why don't we just let it play
out, and then try to find
another way next time?

Yomiel:
Even if she dies, all you have
to do is possess her corpse...

Yomiel:
...and then you can redo her
last four minutes as many
times as it takes.


Sissel:
No. I won't do that!

Yomiel:
Why not?

Sissel:
Sure, the fact of her
death would be erased...

Sissel:
...but her memory of it
would remain, like a
scar on her psyche.


Yomiel:
...!

Sissel:
I won't let that happen,
not if I can help it!


Missile:
But what can we do now?

Missile:
Even if we work together...?!


Yomiel:
........

Yomiel:
I think there might be
something that can be done.


Missile:
What is it?!

Missile:
What can Sissel and I do?


Yomiel:
Don't forget. I'm here, too.

Sissel:
...!

Yomiel:
With three kinds of powers
among us, we ought to be
able to fight this battle.

Yomiel:
This battle against
the fate of death!


Sissel:
Y-Yomiel!

Yomiel:
Sissel, your power is
manipulating objects.

Yomiel:
Use your power to
manipulate this!


Sissel:
Huh? I don't get it...

Yomiel:
Just trust me. Let's go!

Sissel:
...!
(All right. I'll try
to move there!)


Yomiel:
Now, gather your strength
and make it spray as if
your life depended on it!


Sissel:
(Uh, I'm dead, though...)

Yomiel:
In that case...

Yomiel:
Make it spray as if your
death depended on it!
Give it your all!

Yomiel:
And remember, you'll only
have a split-second.

Yomiel:
Okay... Now, DO IT!


Sissel:
Got it!

Yomiel:
Now it's your turn, Missile!

Missile:
What? Um, me?
But what can I do?!


Yomiel:
I think you know
the answer to that.


Missile:
Okay, got it!

Sissel:
You can swap them!

Sissel:
(That hunk of concrete
will go back to its original
position!)


Missile:
But...!

Missile:
Even if I swap them, it'll still
be right above Miss Lynne!


Yomiel:
Don't worry.

Missile:
...!

Missile:
Okay, I'll do it! I'll swap them!


****

Sissel:
Okay, Missile!
Go ahead and swap them!

Sissel:
We just have to trust him!


Missile:
O-Okay!

Missile:
Swap the two sweet
potatoes! Got it!


****

Missile:
It's no use! We can't
stop that horrible Mino!


Jowd:
What can we do now?!

Jowd:
I don't see how gaining a
second or two helped!


Yomiel:
Oh, it helped all right.

Yomiel:
Those few seconds were
exactly what I wanted.

Yomiel:
Last up, it's my turn.


Sissel:
Your turn...?

Yomiel:
You know what my
power is, right?

Yomiel:
I can manipulate
living creatures.


Sissel:
Wait a minute! You mean...?

Yomiel:
That's right.

Yomiel:
I'm going to save
that little girl.

Yomiel:
Save her by manipulating my
own, unconscious body!


Jowd:
Ye gods...

Jowd:
Ah, you're awake.

Lynne:
Hey, mister! Is your knee okay?

Jowd:
Huh? Oh, it'll be fine.
It's just a scrape.

Jowd:
I'm lucky it wasn't a fatal hit.
But the main thing is that
you're not hurt.


Lynne:
Y-You... saved me, mister?

Jowd:
I was just doing my job.

Jowd:
The gods... They're the
ones who saved you.


Lynne:
What's your job, mister?

Jowd:
Me? I'm a police detective.

Jowd:
Do you think you could
go call the police for me?

Jowd:
I think you could do it
quicker than I could.


Lynne:
B-But...!

Lynne:
What's that?


Jowd:
This is a detective's badge.
We give them to children
who've been very brave.


Lynne:
A detective's badge...?

Lynne:
Thanks!


Jowd:
Okay, you know what
to do, little detective!

Jowd:
Are you alive...?


Yomiel:
Yeah... sadly...

Jowd:
Hang on. Help is coming.

Jowd:
What made you do such
a reckless thing?


Yomiel:
........

Yomiel:
To be perfectly honest,
I don't really know.

Yomiel:
When I came to, my body was
already moving all by itself.

Yomiel:
It was as if somebody
else was controlling me.


Jowd:
I see...

Yomiel:
But, you know...

Yomiel:
...I'm glad it happened.


Lynne:
Hey, mister.

Lynne:
I found this kitten.
It was over there.


Jowd:
Come to think of it...

Jowd:
...I just saw it a few minutes ago.
It's probably a stray.


Lynne:
It's kind of limp.
Is it okay...?


Jowd:
I don't know.
I think it's unconscious.

Jowd:
That's funny. It doesn't look
like it's injured or anything...


Lynne:
Poor little kitty...

Jowd:
How about if I take it to my
house and look after it?

Jowd:
Would you like to come home
with me, little kitten?


Yomiel:
Well...

Yomiel:
...it looks like HIS fate just
changed in a big way.


Sissel:
Whose fate?

Yomiel:
That kitten's, of course.

Yomiel:
Sissel's.


Sissel:
Sissel...?

The name "Sissel"
echoes in my head.

That's my real name...

Yomiel:
These long,
lonely ten years...

Yomiel:
...you were my one
and only friend.

Yomiel:
How about it?
Do you remember now...

Yomiel:
...old friend?


Sissel:
...!

Sissel:
I think...

Sissel:
I think I finally remember.


Ten years ago, I was a
little kitten that
wandered into this park.

I was weak, and all
alone in the world.

Jowd:
Hold it!

Lynne:
Eeeeek!

Somebody, please look at me...

Jowd:
Huh...? Oh, a kitten...
Shoo! You might get hurt.


Somebody, please reach
a hand out to me...

Yomiel:
I had just only
died at the time.

Yomiel:
I had lost everything --
my life, my memory...

Yomiel:
My body wouldn't move
anymore, but I still managed
to reach out a "hand" to him.

Yomiel:
The next thing I knew,
my soul had transferred
to the black kitten.

Yomiel:
With no recollection
of who I was...

Yomiel:
...I lived as a cat with
you for a while.


After a while, the man
regained his memory.

I went back to being just a cat.

And then the man
got his body back.

Yomiel:
I took my body back
from the morgue.

Yomiel:
There was somebody I
just had to go see...

Yomiel:
...just one more time...

Yomiel:
I took control of my body,
and hurried to her house.

Yomiel:
But I was just a little too late.

Yomiel:
I had just missed her
as she left this world...

Yomiel:
She left me a note that said,
"I'm coming to you, Yomiel."


The man named me "Sissel."

It was the name of
something important he had
lost -- along with his life.

His fiancée.

He told me about it once, but I
didn't understand what it was.

Those ten years were
very happy for me.

But they weren't
happy for the man...

And there was nothing
I could do for him.

Yomiel:
For ten years, I wandered
through the darkness, with
no particular place to go.

Yomiel:
As time passed, my powers
gradually changed.

Yomiel:
At first, I could only manipulate
small creatures and objects.

Yomiel:
But then, after a while,
I could manipulate people.

Yomiel:
That's when the darkness
inside me deepened, and I
started to get a little twisted.

Yomiel:
I wanted "light"...

Yomiel:
...distorted, artificial "light"...

Yomiel:
When I got my
revenge on Lynne...

Yomiel:
...I would see that light.
Or, at least, that's
what I tried to believe.

Yomiel:
I left my old self buried in that
junkyard, and "walked" away.


Jowd:
The black cat...

Yomiel:
I was possessing Sissel then.

Yomiel:
It wouldn't look very much like
a murder if the corpse got up
and walked away, after all.


Jowd:
So you borrowed the
body of your old friend.


Yomiel:
Sissel was inside that bag
I was carrying tonight.

Yomiel:
I had no intention of
leaving my friend behind in
this country when I left.

Yomiel:
But then...

Yomiel:
...when I went to possess his body...

Yomiel:
...I realized something horrible.


Jowd:
What was that?

Yomiel:
Sissel, there inside the bag...

Yomiel:
...was dead.


Jowd:
What?!

Yomiel:
I wasn't able to control
her completely.

Yomiel:
The first bullet didn't hit anything.

Yomiel:
Or so I thought.


Jowd:
But it did hit something, didn't it...?

Jowd:
It hit Sissel, inside that bag.


Yes, that's when I lost my life.

Right there in the presence
of Temsik radiation.

And that's when I got my
powers of the dead -- my
"ghost tricks."

Sissel:
I think I understand it now.

Sissel:
Why I was the only one
who couldn't get his memory back...

Sissel:
It was because I thought
that corpse was me.

Sissel:
It was the only corpse I could
see at the time, after all.

Sissel:
But, as it turns out, it wasn't
the only dead body...

Sissel:
My true death was hiding
just behind that corpse.

Sissel:
Now that I think about it, do
you remember what you said?

Sissel:
That you knew all along about
me saving Lynne tonight?

Sissel:
If you knew, why didn't
you try to stop me?


Yomiel:
It's simple.

Yomiel:
Because I couldn't,
even if I wanted to.


Sissel:
Huh? Why not?

Yomiel:
Remember the thing about
individual differences in
the powers we get?

Yomiel:
I can control all kinds of things --
from the living to the dead...

Yomiel:
But, even so...

Yomiel:
...there are some things that
you can do that I can't.


Sissel:
...!
You mean...?!


Yomiel:
I can't even rewind time, let alone
change the fate of a death.

Yomiel:
If I could do those things...

Yomiel:
I would've saved your life.


Sissel:
...!

Yomiel:
Not only that...

Yomiel:
...but I never would've just let
my fiancée stay dead like that.


Sissel:
B-But you're here ten
years in the past now...!


Yomiel:
That's thanks to your powers.

Yomiel:
I just tagged along with you.


Jowd:
In any case...

Jowd:
...now the starting point of this
entire tragedy has changed
dramatically, altering fate...


Yomiel:
........

Jowd:
The fate of your death...
The kitten Sissel's fate...

Jowd:
...and I can just bet you the
fate of the woman you
love has changed, too.


Yomiel:
Yes... I believe you're right.

Sissel:
(So... This was the last
fate to be averted, eh?)


Jowd:
So, Yomiel...

Jowd:
...it looks like your plan for
revenge ended in failure.


Yomiel:
........

Yomiel:
Yes... and I'm glad, too.

Jowd:
...?

Lynne:
........

Lynne:
I think I kind of
understand now...


Lynne:
...what you've been
feeling these ten years.


Yomiel:
She understood...
She shed tears for me...

Yomiel:
That's when my
revenge was over.

Yomiel:
She saved me from
the darkness.


Sissel:
Well, I guess it's
time we got back.

Sissel:
A new "ten years
later" was just born.


Jowd
Right... We should get back
to our "new present"...


Missile:
I can't wait to see Miss Lynne
and Miss Kamila again!


Sissel:
(So these past ten years
will now all vanish...)


Yomiel:
Well, not completely...

Sissel:
...!

Yomiel:
The memories of all of
us here will remain.

Yomiel:
Including the memory of
what I did, my crime...


Jowd:
That's the way this "game
of the dead" works, eh...?


Yomiel:
And no matter what the reason...

Yomiel:
...there's no denying the fact
that I took Lynne hostage and
tried to point a gun at her.

Yomiel:
I have no intention of running
away from that, either -- the most
inexcusable crime in my "new life."

Yomiel:
Hey, Sissel.


Sissel:
Yes?

Yomiel:
When we go back, our fates will
no longer be interconnected.

Yomiel:
It will be like we never met...

Yomiel:
So, before that happens, I just
wanted to say one thing.

Yomiel:
Tonight, I stole away your
life with my own hands.

Yomiel:
I'm... truly sorry.


Sissel:
........

Sissel:
That's already a thing
of the lost past.

Sissel:
Our fates have changed
now... Right, Yomiel?


Yomiel:
........

Yomiel:
Thank you, Sissel.

Yomiel:
I'm so very glad I met you.


Sissel:
Me too, Yomiel.

Missile:
Sissel?

Missile:
Are we... ever going to
see each other again...?

Missile:
I couldn't stand it if we weren't!


Sissel:
Don't worry, Missile. I bet we'll
see each other again someday.

Sissel:
Ten years from now, our
paths are sure to cross.

Sissel:
We'll just have to wait until then.


Missile:
Sissel... I'll...

Missile:
I'll never forget you!


Sissel:
(I'll never forget you, either,
valiant little doggie...)


Jowd:
Well, it looks like you come
to live with me now.

Jowd:
So let's be getting home,
little black cat.


Sissel:
"Home," huh?

Sissel:
That sounds good, Detective Jowd.


We all witnessed the birth
of a new beginning.

And now...

...we're each going back
to our own new "present."

We said goodbye to the
parts of our stories that
would be lost...

...believing that someday our
paths would all cross again.

Ray:
Wait!

Ray:
Before you go back to
a new "present," I
wanted to thank you.

Ray:
Before I cease to exist...


Sissel:
Oh! It's you!

Ray:
Yes, it is I, Ray, in case you
have forgotten again...

Ray:
Thanks to you, everything has
turned out as I had hoped.

Ray:
I am really grateful to
you, Sissel. Thank you.


Sissel:
........

Sissel:
But don't forget.

Sissel:
I was only on a journey to
find my own lost memory.


Ray:
Yes, yes. I know that.

Ray:
I know all about you.


Sissel:
Can I ask you a question, Ray?

Sissel:
I want to know...

Sissel:
...who exactly are you?


Ray:
........

Ray:
Fair enough.

Ray:
I will tell you.

Ray:
Let me tell you about another
version of tonight's events.

Ray:
You changed the fates of
many people tonight.

Ray:
The first of which was hers...

Ray:
If you had not been
there for her tonight...

Ray:
...her fate would have been
to die in that lonely spot
on the outskirts of town.

Ray:
If that had occurred,
what do you suppose
would have happened?

Ray:
Let me tell you a story...

Ray:
...the story of a little creature...

Ray:
After they stole her
life that night...

Ray:
...they broke into
her apartment.

Ray:
They stole the wooden
box from the ceiling
hiding place and left.

Ray:
And in the process...

Ray:
...two little dead bodies
were left behind.

Ray:
However...

Ray:
...the little fellow's
spirit lived on.

Ray:
He desperately reached out
his paw toward his mistress...

Ray:
...and that's when a
miracle occurred.


Sissel:
What?! Look at that!
The powers of the dead...!
But how...?


Ray:
He didn't really understand
it himself. Not yet, anyway.

Ray:
But, with all you know now,
I bet YOU understand it,
do you not?


Sissel:
...Hey, wait a minute!

Ray:
That's right.

Ray:
He died inside the "aura"
of that strange energy.

Ray:
But, unfortunately, with his
meager powers...

Ray:
...he was unable to save
his little mistress.

Ray:
There just wasn't anything
he could do with only the
power to swap objects.


Sissel:
(He needed the power to
manipulate objects in order
to save the little lady...)


Ray:
The little fellow chased
after the men...

Ray:
...but there still wasn't
anything he could do.

Ray:
In the end, he was left
behind with the man in
red in the deep, deep sea.

Ray:
And then...

Ray:
...he went back. He went back to the
world of ten years before -- to the
moment of the man in red's death.


Sissel:
What?!

Ray:
He decided to wait it out.

Ray:
He decided to wait until
that night came again.

Ray:
And that's the other version
of the story of this night.

Ray:
A story that has taken these
ten years to be retold.


Sissel:
........

Sissel:
So that was you, huh?

Missile:
That's right.

Missile:
I'm Missile.

Missile:
Ten years is a very long
time in dog years.


Sissel:
You couldn't change the fates of
these people on your own...

Sissel:
...so you decided to wait
those ten years out...


Missile:
Exactly. And then, at last...

Missile:
...that fateful night
rolled around again.

Missile:
By this time, I had grown old,
and my powers were weak.

Missile:
So I decided I needed to
find somebody to help me
this time around.

Missile:
Somebody who possessed
different powers than me...


Sissel:
But, wait a second!

Sissel:
You were able to manipulate
that desk lamp!


Missile:
Over the course of the long
years, my powers changed.

Missile:
My ability to swap
objects weakened...

Missile:
...but I became able to
manipulate small objects.


Sissel:
B-But, in that case...

Sissel:
...why didn't you cooperate
with yourself...?!


Missile:
Because I couldn't.

Sissel:
Huh?

Missile:
From watching the man in red, I
found out there were individual
differences in our powers.

Missile:
I couldn't do any of the
things he could do.

Missile:
Like travel through the
telephone lines, for example.


Sissel:
...!
What...?!


Missile:
It may not seem like much, but
it's a very important power.

Missile:
Especially if you're trying
to chase somebody.


Sissel:
But there's something
I don't understand.

Sissel:
You knew from the very beginning
that I had that power.

Sissel:
How did you know
so much about me?


Missile:
Why wouldn't I?

Missile:
After all, we had met before, on
that night the first time around!


Sissel:
We what?! We met before...?

Missile:
From listening to the
conversation of the two
intruders to the apartment...

Missile:
...I learned that Miss Lynne
had lost her life at that
junkyard on the edge of town.

Missile:
I followed the Ghost World
paths to the junkyard, and
came upon an incredible scene.

Missile:
Imagine, if you will, there in
the darkness, a twisting
and swiveling desk lamp...

Missile:
It made my fur stand
on end, I can tell you.


Sissel:
Th-That was me...?

Sissel:
(So I was shot on that night the
first time around as well...)


Missile:
You had lost your memory
that time, too.

Missile:
You had just died, and
you felt confused.

Missile:
You declined to
cooperate with me.


Sissel:
I did what?!

Sissel:
I just want to find my own
lost memory. I'm sorry,
but I can't help you.


Missile:
That's what you said.

Missile:
And then you disappeared...

Missile:
...away over the telephone line.


Sissel:
I'm really sorry I didn't help you.

Missile:
That's why I decided
that, this time...

Missile:
...I would use that desire
of yours to our mutual advantage.


Sissel:
Mutual advantage...?

Missile:
The only thing you were
interested in was finding
your own lost memory.

Missile:
If I could guide you along
the right path to doing that,
we would both benefit.

Missile:
And, namely, the "right path"
would be...

Missile:
...the path to the man
in red, to Yomiel.


Sissel:
What...?

Missile:
I gave you the information
you needed to know to set
you in the right direction.

Missile:
And then I gave you a time limit.


Sissel:
A time limit...?

Missile:
That's right. As you know,
I said you only had until
tomorrow morning.

Missile:
If I hadn't done that,
you wouldn't have found
out the truth tonight...

Missile:
...and the man in red would
have been sealed away at the
bottom of the sea forever.

Missile:
If that had happened, it
would've all been over.


Sissel:
Th-Then... you mean...

Sissel:
...that thing about
ceasing to exist...?!


Missile
Oh, that? Completely made up.
A little naughty of me, I know...

Missile:
But I just wanted you to
use your time wisely.


Sissel:
(Oh, boy...)

Sissel:
(I hate to admit it, but this
little doggie really outsmarted
me in every way...)


Missile:
Let's just call it the wisdom
that comes with age.


Missile:
........

Missile:
And now it's time to say farewell.

Missile:
These past ten years will
cease to exist, and, with
them, so will I.


Sissel:
Missile...

Missile:
I believed in you.

Missile:
I always knew you could do it.

Missile:
And so you did!

Missile:
Thank you! Thank you from
the bottom of my heart!


Sissel:
(Missile...)

Sissel:
(So you waited and waited,
these ten long years...)

Sissel:
(...all for the sake of your two
ladies, Lynne and Kamila, eh...?)


Missile:
Of course!

Missile:
Because that's what doggies do!

Missile:
Now, then, farewell, Sissel...


And so the story of a single
night came to an end.

Nobody but us knew
what had really happened
in this town tonight.

I made my way back --

back to a new present.

Lynne:
Huh? How come it's dark?

Lynne:
I'll just turn on the lights here...


Kamila:
Heh heh. Were you surprised?

Lynne:
You bet I was! You nearly
scared me to death!


Kamila:
Yippee! It worked!

Lynne:
But it's not even my birthday today.

Kamila:
It was my mom's birthday
the day before yesterday.

Kamila:
I made this surprise for her,
but it came out so well,
I wanted to use it again!


Jowd:
That's all right, Lynne.

Jowd:
After all, we're celebrating
the "birth" of your new
position as detective, right?


Lynne:
Really?
Thank you, Detective Jowd.


Kamila:
Dad! You're home!

Jowd:
Hi, Kamila. Let me introduce you.

Jowd:
This is Lynne. She was just assigned
to the detective division today.


Lynne:
Hi, Kamila! It's nice to meet you!

Kamila:
Nice to meet you, too,
Lynne! Congratulations
on becoming a detective!

Kamila:
...Huh?


Lynne:
Is something wrong?

Kamila:
You have one of
those badges, too?


Lynne:
Oh, this? Yeah.

Kamila:
I have one just like it.
My dad just gave it to
me the other day.


Kamila:
But yours looks a lot
older than mine, though.


Jowd:
Ha ha! How long are you
going to keep wearing
that toy badge, Lynne?


Lynne:
What's wrong with it?
To me, this is the symbol
of a real detective!


Jowd:
It's been ten years since
then, hasn't it?

Jowd:
Who would've guessed
you'd actually become
a detective one day?


Lynne:
When you gave me this
badge, I just knew.

Lynne:
I knew it was my
destiny, somehow!


Jowd:
Destiny, eh?

Lynne:
And now that I'm a detective...

Lynne:
...I'll find out where that
destiny will lead me!


Jowd:
Ha ha! That, you will.
That, you will!


Lynne:
Oh, hello! Don't tell me you're
that same little kitten...?


Jowd:
That's right. The very one.

Kamila:
You know what? This is
a very, very special cat!

Kamila:
He's ten years old,
but he's still a kitten!


Lynne:
Still a kitten?

Kamila:
Yup! He never got any
bigger or anything!


Lynne:
Wow. What a mysterious
little fellow...


Kamila:
I know, right?
His name is "Sissel"!


Lynne:
Sissel...

Lynne:
Hmm. It seems to me
I've heard that name
somewhere before...


Kamila:
I think Sissel likes you, Lynne!

Alma:
All right, everyone!
Let's start the celebration!


Kamila:
Okay, Mom!

Lynne :
I bet you're just like me.

Lynne:
Your destiny led you
here somehow, too.

Lynne:
And so we meet again, Sissel!


From just that single night
as a human, I got a glimpse
into their world.

And I learned something...

Their fates, their lives --
they were all interconnected...

Somewhere, somehow, in some way.

And, now, this is
MY new fate.

I guess I really AM a cat.

It suits me just fine to
curl up and watch...

...watch the strange and
beautiful patterns of their
lives as they unfold.

And it looks like...

...I'll have plenty to watch
here for quite a while...

****

Cabanela:
Happy birthday to
our looovely Lynne!


Lynne:
Uh, like I said, it
isn't my birthday.

Lynne:
Hey, Missile. I thought I
asked you to stay home
and guard the fort?


Cabanela:
But birthdays are for celebrating
together, with friends and loved
ones! Nothing like it, baby!


****

Blue Detective:
There! How do you like
that? Not bad, huh?


McCaw:
But definitely not... good...

Blue Detective:
Maybe now I can be a
great detective, just like
Inspector Cabanela!


McCaw:
What kind of example is the
inspector providing for his men...?


****

Memry:
Here's your food, gentlemen!

Rindge:
Memry?! What are
you doing here?


Memry:
I heard you were gonna be
picking new members for the
Special Investigation Unit today...


Chief:
So you took on a part-time
job here again, just so you
could eavesdrop?!


Memry:
Oh, you have no idea
the lengths I'd go
to reach my goals!


****

Chef:
♪La la la! I've never
cooked this way before!
So exotic! So exciting!

Chef:
♪Turmeric, coriander, cumin
and fenugreek! Curried
chicken paradise! La la la!


Memry:
Is this really necessary,
this new "curried chicken"
menu item?


Chef:
Oh, but our very best customer
requested it! Now, good luck
with the taste testing!


Memry:
Oh, boy. I don't think I
could eat another bite.

Memry:
Just who exactly is this "very
best customer," anyway?!


****

Beauty:
Are you sure we really
need all these explosives?


Dandy:
Not to worry, Beauty, my dear!
I followed the instructions exactly.

Dandy:
Twenty kilograms of
gunpowder, just like it said!


Beauty:
Wait a minute. "Twenty
KILOGRAMS"?! I thought
it was "twenty GRAMS"...!


****

Amelie:
So this is where you
work, huh, Papa?


Minister:
That's right, sweetheart.

Emma:
Darling husband, don't
you have any ideas at
all you could give me?

Emma:
You must have heard some
juicy stories. The indiscretions
of a minister, perhaps...?


Minister:
Now, now. Must you
talk that way in front
of our darling angel?


Emma:
Here is to the stodgy mind
of my darling husband!


****

Sith:
This deal is going quite well...
Oh! I must say. These grapes
are quite good, my man.


Adjutant:
The Yonoa is about to
scrape the bottom of the
sea, sir. Be forewarned, sir.


Sith:
Egad!

Sith:
Keep it together, man!
Are you trying to give me
a case of the vapors?!

Sith:
I believe I nearly died
of fright just now!


****

Spiky:
Love, peace and pigeons!
Long live rock-'n'-roll!


Youth:
Stop the park from charging
admission! Protect the rights
of those who live here!


****

Co-worker:
Today's the day, you know.
He's finally gettin' out.

Co-worker:
You know, everybody's
starting to get real tired
of seeing you do that...


Bailey:
Then let me show you! A new
dance! That's been passed down!
In our family! For generations!

Bailey:
We do this! When we
have a stomachache!

Bailey:
We call it!
"Dance Away the Pain!"


Co-worker:
Oh, I'm reeeal interested in
that one. Think you could show
it to me, say, next week?


Bailey:
You got it!

****

Guard:
Ten long years, Yomiel.
Your time's up today.

Guard:
The young lady who
always comes to visit
you is waiting outside.


Yomiel:
Thank you, Sissel.