Hey, uh... For those that knew her, Hanako... doesn't seem to be around any more. So... send her your best wishes, yeah? -She was going to need it...-


A-anyways, let's not dwell on the depressing. Ladies and ladies~ of the Gardens, I have a suggestion to make. You see, this place is sorely lacking in cool. Like we have a pretty massive lack of cool going on right now and it's completely killing me. I am bleeding from lack of cool in my life. But don't you worry your pretty heads. I have an idea.

What we need, now bear with me. Hear me out. What we need...

Is a jazz club. Bar, band, the works. We can build anything with this magic dirt, right? So let's inject some cool into this place and get our selves a hip joint to expediate that process. Sounds like a nice idea, right? Right.

So who wants to help?

[Not even watching the vines twist and twine together, tuning into the new arrival that had already been very much distracted in The Gardens.

She was breathing. Living. Her testing clothes being taken away from her was replaced by a dress, but the metal collar was still wrapped around her neck.

It was all confusing.

She couldn't understand it, sitting there staring at the flowers that she so badly wanted to see all around her with a shocked expression on her face.]

Haine?

[The first word that stumbled from her mouth was barely even audible. Lily stood up, realizing the mirror that had been recording her, her once surprised expression had easily adjusted to a gentle smile.]

Hello? My name is Lily and um...

[She glances back at the flowers.]

This place is really pretty! I also got a letter, but I don't know how to read it... can someone help me?

[ The feed starts on a very nervous looking Madoka. She fidgets and adjusts the mirror and finally gives it a weak smile. ]

Ah... hello! It's, um. This is so, so strange. I was doing something else, and then! I'm suddenly here. I don't really understand what's going on... so I was wondering if, um, if maybe someone could help me...?

[ And anxiety quickly seeps into her voice: ]

... I need to go back home. As soon as I can. ...Please, if anyone is listening to this... help me go home before anything else. It's very important. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't.

Thank you.

[ There's a very quiet 'uwah' followed by a moment of silence. This is followed by another sound of admiration, but since this is audio, it's hard to say who the voice might belong to, much less what it is that is so intriguing. Thankfully, the person responsible is about to provide some commentary. ]

How curious… [ Here she starts to fade in and out a little. ] Such a thing… it makes one feel like a princess. [ When she gets closer, the sound of fabric rustling can be heard. ] Is this being spirited away? I have never experienced such a thing! [ Now she sounds like she's getting more excited. ] Is it that I am the heroine now? [ Now she seems to be moving away, because the sound is getting more muffled again. She can still be heard talking to herself every so often though, and further 'uwah!'s and 'aaa's can be heard intermittently. ] ... so beautiful...

Aa! Am I addressing someone? Please excuse my rudeness. My name is Japan. [ More rustling can be heard, because it's just like her to bow even when she can't be seen. ] May I ask... to whom I am speaking...?