Part 32: Right All Along

Update 32: Right All Along

Last time our genius plan to communicate with Mary failed thanks to Derek tossing away the letter.

I think it's time to invoke my lifeline: Call a Friend.



: Welcome!



: How's that injury coming along?
: I'm just about back to normal.
: Ha! Define "normal"! Anyway, Ethan, listen--you'll back me up, won't you?
: What? Why?
: Oh, listen to this! Vin has a real heartbreaker for you. He had a love letter in his locker--and he threw it away!

Astonishingly relevant to our current scenario.

: You threw away a love letter!?
: I didn't recognize the name of the girl who sent it...
: And I didn't want to be bothered with dating someone I didn't already know.
: So you THREW IT AWAY? Man, you are as cold as they come! What I wanna know is, why do girls always go for creeps like you?
: (......... He threw away a letter from someone he didn't know, eh...?)
: What if the letter was from someone you DID know, Vin?
: Yeah, like from someone you maybe kinda liked?
: Well, obviously I'd read it on the spot--and I'd write back, too!
: I knew it! How unfair is that?!
: Wait, what's so weird about that? Wouldn't every guy do the same thing?
: (That's it...!) Yeah! He wouldn't throw away a note from someone he liked!
: See? I knew you got me, Eeth!
: You make me sick, the both of you!
: (That memo needs to be from someone he likes...)

And that's what we need to know. So let's go ask this completely mysterious person that Derek likes.





: Could you do me a favor? I need you to write something for me.
: Okay...is this what you want me to write?
: Uh-huh. And sign your name at the bottom. (The message is the same--just the handwriting's different. This way Uncle Derek is sure to respond.)
: What are you having her write, Ethan?
: A memo to you.
: To me, eh?
: I think you threw away the one I wrote...
: ? ...Oh! You mean it's for the high-school version of me! I get it now. Sure, a note from Kori would work!
: Great idea, right?
: Ha ha ha! Yeah, I'll read that one for sure!
: ...All set. How's that look?




: Perfect. Thanks. (This should get Uncle Derek to act, all right.)

Refilled my Pen, so let's try this again.



: (This memo should do the trick--since it's in Kori's handwriting and all.)



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You know the deal.





*Item: Memo to Mary*

: (Give this memo to Irving's mom... I'm counting on you, Uncle Derek!)



Again, the memo in the locker before we close the Hole.

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: I'm glad he saw it and all...
: But when was that flashback--and where?
: (Would Uncle Derek remember when he gave her that memo?)

So back we go to ask him.



: Uncle Derek... Do you remember me sending you a memo way back when? It would have reached you three days after Kori died...
: Yeah, Tim mentioned that. I only just now remembered it myself. I remember finding a strange memo in my locker. It said, "Give this memo to Irving's mom", in Kori's handwriting.
: And you gave it to her, right?
: Of course.
: Do you remember when?
: I was curious about what it said, so I gave it to her right away--the very next day. Had to ask Irving where she was.
: (So four days after Kori fell...October 24.)
: Thanks, Uncle Derek.
: Not a problem. Ask me anytime.

Surprisingly, that's enough to get you the flashback clear. Why, you might ask? Well...


Splendid deductive reasoning, Ethan. Now let's have that talk.





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Still can't figure out the difference. Maybe it's specifically changing versus investigating?

Anyways, the flashback we have is zoomed far in, so we have to work with that particular section.





*Talk*

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: Hello...?
: Mary...Onegin, right?
: ...Who are you...?





: Yes. I'm Ethan Kairos.
: Kairos...I know a Timothy Kairos. He has the same Pen as I do. You must be his...?
: His son, yes. (Irving's mom... You know, she does kinda look a little like Kori after all.)

I...really don't see it at all. Maybe I'm just bad with faces.



Mary: Were you the one responsible for this memo, too?
Ethan: Yes.
Mary: And do you know this Kori girl?
Ethan: ......Yes. ...And your son, too.
: !!!
: (I thought as much...)
: Your son pushed Kori...
: ...Pushed her off the roof...
: ...Yes.
: ...... ......
: That's not all.
: Huh?
: When he doesn't push her off the roof, he stabs her with a kitchen knife... When I hide the knife, he hits her with a rock...



: ...!?
: (I had no idea Irving was that obsessed with Kori...)
: Where is the girl now? Did you take her away somewhere?
: Yes, we've brought her over to this side--for now, anyway.
: ...If that future comes to pass, there'll be no saving her.
: ...I'll keep her safe.
: Please, help her...



: ...
: I consider myself responsible, me and my son both...so, you see...
: (!! Impossible...! She's the one who's been fiddling in the past--because she's got a death wish!?)
: N-no! You can't!
: It's...it's the least I can do... I have to pay for all that's happened--before I give him this Pen!
: Please, Mary...think this over! Everyone can be rescued--everyone!
: I'll tell my past self to go see your father.
: Huh?
: I'm sure I'll listen to myself... Your father and I wield the same Pen...
: I'm sure my past self will realize it's important enough to get on that bus...
: Mary, no!
: ...Goodbye, Ethan.



Ethan: Mary! ...Ah!

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: (I see...I get it now...)
: (Irving's mother--Mary keeps getting in that bus accident...by sending that letter to her past self. It's suicide...)
: (And now that I know that, I've got to stop her.)