[Last time she did this it was through text, but now she’s shed that formality. Behind Black Jack is a decently sized wood and slate tiled home, placed precariously close to the Viridian Pavilion and in roughly the same patch of land where it had previously stood.]

I’ve remade my clinic, for anyone who cares.
 

[Apathy. She does it well.]

Although I’d put money on people preferring the local healer or Dr. Holiday over me, but my previous offer still stands.
 

There’s always a price for treatment.

[It's Holiday! And she's walking around with two Halloween cupcakes in her hands. No, she wasn't going to eat both of them.]

Hey, everyone. I just wanted to let you ladies know that Alessa and me are moving into the clinic. And don't worry about it, I'm going to make half of it nice and homey, so it'll be fine. No one's going to go crazy staring at white walls all day.

[Her cupcake is moving.]

Sorry for such short notice to Jessica and Gal, though. I really appreciate you opening up your home to me, but I've been planning on moving into the clinic full-time anyway. Feel free to stop by and visit whenever. And that goes for all of-

OH MY GOD WHAT!

[She finally noticed the spider trying to crawl up her arm. Now cupcakes are flying everywhere and she's stomping around. The Vine seems to get tired of this and stops the video.]

[Here, have a "new" arrival. Her scarred visage may or may not look familiar to you, but boy does she look pissed.]

This again? I thought I was done with- [She makes a motion to encompass, well, all of the Gardens.] -this ridiculous place. What possible reason could warrent me coming back?

[A sigh.]

[Then, as an after thought:]

Are Kiriko and my house still here?

[Black Jack hits the Vine's networking looking far grumpier than usual. It could be the Cottonee bouncing about her desk, attempting to grab her attention, but more likely it is the absence of a certain pint-sized sidekick.]

Pinoko is gone.

[Her face darkens with a scowl, because it seems like she had barely just finished scouring the Gardens for another under her protection, only to find them perpetually missing.]

She seems to have gone back to her own timeline, much like Kohaku has. I know she had friends among you. She will be as safe back home as she was with me.

[As much as she's trying to reassure anyone Pinoko had formed bonds with, it sounds like she's attempting to convince herself of the same thing. She was better off in her own world, with her own Black Jack, and not in this fake fairy tale land.]

[Then why was she so upset?]

[Black Jack pauses to grab the bouncing Cottonee before flinging it across the room in annoyance. Unfazed and unaffected by gravity due to it's fluffy body, it simply floats down to the ground and resumes it's antics.]

The clinic will still be open regardless of Pinoko's departure. I do most of my work alone as it is.

[ Somewhere from where her belongings sit, there's a view of a girl in a clinic bed.

She attempts to sit up and shrug the blankets off of her-- her chest is bandaged entirely; she gives up the effort when she realizes it's still too soon to be moving around. She's been spending most of her time asleep or talking to her visitors or the people in charge of her. She leans back on the bed, a slight wheeze to her breathing because of the constricting bandaging. She hasn't made any effort to contact people until now. She was busy sorting out her mind along with healing. ]

Kris, Gal... I'm sorry, the mansion will be in your charge for a while.

[ That's all she's sat up to say. If Akiha didn't wish to speak for Kohaku's privacy, they at least deserved to know she would be gone for a while. ]

[Here's a face you might not have seen in a while. And she looks a bit roughed up, with her hair askew and scrapes on her face and hands. What's in her hands though is the entire reason she's posting to the network. It looks a little like this, with various others both the same and different peeking in or bouncing around in the background. The clinic looks to be a disaster zone.]

Would anyone please enlighten me as to what in the hell these things are?

[Black Jack squeezes it slightly and it squeaks in response. Something clatters to the floor from far off, in possibly the kitchen or the den. She gives an exasperated sigh.]

They are not quite animals and not quite plants, but they are tearing my house apart and I'd rather that not happen. And they seem to be having too much fun breaking things to leave.

[She scowls at  the fluffy thing she's holding and it simply flaps it's little leaves as if absolutely nothing is wrong. Obviously Black Jack didn't have a Gameboy as a child.]

Any help in returning them to their natural habitat would be greatly appreciated...