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[There is a child again. In a grade school uniform, being all dripping wet. He is holding something in his hands, maybe a little tightly even. It looks like a tiny, black puppy, being wet too. He stares at it with wide, blank eyes for a few minutes. It's not moving... and never will again. Then the boy looks up, and around, searching.]

Hey... Hey...! This is a magic place right?

Right? [His face is emotionless, and his voice is cold.]