Part 15: Bargaining

Update 15: Bargaining





: ...Further in. I'm picturing it on the other side of where the counter is now.
: ...What should I do?
: What else CAN you do? You gotta go back there.
: I know, but... Can I at least get all the facts straight before I do?
: (I hope going behind the counter nets me all the info I need...)
: What kind of facts do you need? I can tell you a few things.
: Let's see...



*Question: Where was Shiloh?*
: Our hideout was up in that tree, and Shiloh was tied to its base. It would have been about where the counter is now--beyond it.

*Question: What day was the typhoon?*
: I get it. If Shiloh hadn't died in the typhoon that day...
: Is that the angle you're thinking of taking this time?
: Yeah, that should work.
: You know when the typhoon hit?
: Not the exact date...I know it was August, ten years ago.
: I wonder if we can look it up somewhere.
: ...How about the library?
: Huh?
: So we can look up the date of the typhoon. They should have back issues of the newspaper. Those'll do.
: Then let's go to the library first.
: Yeah. We'll be back later.
: Hmm? Oh...okay. See you.
: C'mon, Ethan.



But first, since we're going to the library, let's take the chance to be not-a-jerk.



*Give them back*



: Hey! Are...are those my glasses?
: Um, yeah. I found them on the ground, so I picked them up for you.



And that's it. Emily's glasses are restored, and all is right with the world. Back to the main reason we came here.





: ...In the newspaper archives, right? What would you like me to look up for you?



*By date*
: (We came here to find the date, so obviously we can't tell her what it is.)

*By event*
: Are there any articles about the August lightning strike in Kako, ten years ago?
: One moment, please...

Clacks as she taps at the keyboard.

: There's one match. I'll copy it for you.




Morris: 5:40 PM on August 12, 1998. Will that do?
: That should be enough.
: Let's head back to that shop.
: Uh-huh.
: (They probably think we're some kind of weirdos over there...)
: (But who cares? We've got to help Ben!)



We can't go back inside the shop until we verify our flashback, so let's do so now.


All clear now, we head back inside.




: Er, excuse me...
: Yes?
: May we please see the back room? We'd like to get a good look at the furniture in there.
: (That's good enough. If I change the past, this'll all be fixed up, anyway.)
: Um, actually...those aren't for sale.
: Please, just this once!
: ...Are you students over at Kako High?
: Th-that's right. I'm Ethan Kairos, a sophomore.
: Really? I graduated from Kako High myself.
: Yeah?
: That was about 20 years ago now. I remember my homeroom teacher...Mr. Twombly--yeah, that was it.
: Oh, we have him for homeroom now. The English teacher, right?
: Yeah, yeah--that's the guy! Wow, now you're taking me back!
: It must be fate! So how about doing two fellow Kako men a favor?
: ...Ah, why not. Just this once, though.
: Thank you so much!



: I think so, too.





Shopkeeper: I had two girls from Kako buying a clock in here not too long ago. They said it was a birthday present for an upperclassman. Seemed pretty happy about it.
Ethan: (Ashley and Emily, I'm guessing?)
Morris: Yeah, those two throw their money away on the dumbest things.
Shopkeeper: Ha ha ha...maybe so, maybe so.
Ethan: (Hey, Morris...! Watch the attitude, eh?)



Ethan: Thanks, Morris! Now I can--

{Soundtrack: Silence}



Ethan: Huh?



Ethan: Sure.



Morris: When you're done with this little project of yours...
Ethan: Yeah?
Morris:...use your power on me.