"So you've come back," Urahara said softly, with masked disappointment. "I'm glad that you're safe."
"We have questions for you," Ichigo pressed harshly. "We heard your name pop up a few times. What is your involvement with Project Spearhead? What conspiracies emerge from your thoughts? What do you really hide in this store?"
"No, Kurosaki! You musn't look!"
He tried to block his path, but it was to no avail. No one could stop Ichigo from seeing. There were shelves overflowing with Rukia merchandise: t-shirts, dolls, action figures, pottery, hair accessories, underweat, toilet seats, and so forth...
Ishida was busily set aside in a corner, sewing his latest Rukia invention for less than minimum wage.
"Don't tell anyone!" Urahara begged. He had kept it secret for so long that he was actually a fan of Rukia and Bleach B Station. It was unlike his calm and mysterious composure to be a fanboy. He had actually never heard of Spearhead before. His greatest conspiracy was operation Spearmint, a launch of treacherous candy that was popular with young children, but it broke their teeth.
"I'm sorry," Ichigo said, all his fervor calmed and now replaced by the sadness of having left behind someone so important to him. "I didn't bring her back. The show will be cancelled."
"What will you do? Your last showing is scheduled for today."
"I will not act like today is the end. If there are people... if there is someone to listen, my voice will travel."