[ voice ]

[evocations]

(soft sounds of a person gulping for air, and a hearty sniffle before the gasping cuts back in. The voice on the other end of the line is very young - maybe five or six? - and very clearly in distress.)

M-m-.... mama....?


.... p-papa.........??




(the voice breaks a little, but the speaker is still trying to be brave.)


... Where are you....?

Comments

[wlkingdisaster.livejournal.com]

Maybe we can find a way home for you.

[otherbeldam.livejournal.com]

Well if you don't know anyone here, doesn't that make them all strangers? You have to trust someone.

[poor-upbringing.livejournal.com]

Are there any signs you can read nearby? Or any strong smells? Old Lace knows every bakery in this city by heart, I swear. I don't know why a dinosaur eats so many donuts...

[evocations]

ah-



sorry, mister... some friends of my mama and papa are here... they said they're gonna help me find them again! B-but I have to stay here a little longer.....

[evocations]

um

umm



b-but if it's okay with you..... ummmmm... c-can I come play with Old Lace tomorrow? I've never seen a real live dinosaur!!! Not even in museum!!!

[poor-upbringing.livejournal.com]

Absolutely! There's a park right on the edge of Aikercia Tokyo, that's usually the best place to find us.

[evocations]

You mean like...... instead of strangers, they're like.... waiting to be friends?


Ummmm... that pretty 'neechan down there says she knows my mama and papa... so I'm gonna go with her for now...

U-um thank you!! My name's Minato! What's yours?

[evocations]

Mm but..... it's not like the park by my house..... th-there's no swings!!

[downtorest.livejournal.com]

All right, Minato-kun, I think I know where you are. I'll come get you.

[otherbeldam.livejournal.com]

Yes, that's right.

All right, darling.

You can call me Mrs. Jones, Minato. Such a pretty name~