When You’re Lost “Here”

[The recording function is switched on clumsily, the microphone picking up some extra noise as he fumbles with it in his hands over the next few seconds.]

Ow, ow, ow... All right, all right. I get it. Not getting up.

...Man, I hurt all over.

[...]

Hnn. I wonder if they're having a party back at the house for pop today. Probably. ...Damn, I bet the whole family came over for Mother's Day too.

Swarming the place like ants, and telling me over and over again how "grown up I look" and how they remembered me when I "was only this tall."

They always made us play, huh, bro? But you're the one who always managed to draw the crowds. That was the kind of sound of you had whenever you played that violin. While I was...

... [Sigh] Forget it. I'm not in the mood for this right now.

[Click]

[A loud clatter can be heard first thing, as if the communicator was just carelessly knocked down.]

[Grunt] What the hell was that all about...? Probably one of the weirdest and worst dreams that I've ever had in my life.

[Fingertips brush up against the receiver, and his voice comes in more clear as its picked up.] ...huh?

Where did the weekend go?! I didn't drink that much of the wine. ...More weird magic?

Oi, Maka! Are you up? [...] Heh. That's rare.

[Bedsheets shuffle, and his feet hit the floor and start walking.]

Sleepyhead! How does it feel to be the one who is getting woken up this ti- [A door is creaked open.] -me... Che. Well, that was uncool.

She must have gotten up earlier and headed over to the library or something. That bookworm. I'm surprised that she didn't leave a post about-... eh? O-oi, what do you mean "this frequency is unavailable"? If this is some kind of bad joke, it isn't funny, Maka. Maka...?

MAKA!!