Solemnly Virginia looked around her room. A frown taking her face as she notes that the sky today was still rather gray. It was believed that the gray clouds would go, but they would return in about eight months. No sun was out today, and the clouds did not let enough through this morning. She felt the ship hit a bump and decided to stand on her feet. Dressing herself for the day quickly.

Looking to Clive who was at the helm for the moment she moves listlessly. "Where...are we headed?"

Clive laughs. "That's unlike you."

"What is?"

"Well...to forget our destination. One that you even suggested at that."

"So...that is?"

"McNale Resort. You said, and Gallows followed up with, 'If we're going to be waiting twenty some weeks I may as well be open to some fun.'" Clive looked back out to the desert sea. "Is it just me...but is the world expanding everyday? I mean...more and more towns show up, and that would suggest more people I would think, or that more people are branching out. We never even met so many people during our previous travels."

"Well...did you guys know that some people lived away from towns?" Emilia entered the room finishing her toast. "That's where many lived until now. When they felt safe with the lack of many monsters to travel."

"Say, what is McNale Resort exactly, anyway?" Virginia wondered. "I know it's a resort...but wasn't there supposed to be something innovative about it?"

"It has a lake...of some scale. Too small to have a craft travel across, but big enough to allow people to swim and bath." Clive replied. "Fishing too. Then...well...there's large markets, spas, parks, and the usual stuff."

Virginia looked to the metal floor. "Something about...a fake world...doesn't sit well in my gut."

"Well," Emilia scoffs. "I'm sure the guy who made it died a horrible death."

"He died of food poisoning." Clive retorted.

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Jet stared at the ceiling. Arms behind his head. Two days have passed. It still was boring. Three days passed. Four days. Before long it was three months. It was not so bad. He was not alone. There was the sheriff there who was actually a generally good guy. They played poker and drank all the time late at night. The older man even brought Jet some books from the 'library' of Luck's Best. That being, the house of a woman who owns a lot of books who was kind and lent them out. Jet brushed up on a few subjects. Then the sheriff handed him 'books' from his own collection that Jet had met before, but this time he did not have to fight it, nor did he have to use a duplicator to open it. He did not use them, but there was a few cold and lonely nights that tempted at him.

Even learning a few new tricks along the way in those books regarding fighting. Books about guardians. A real 'Clive' when he got into it, but not as obsessive. Then he got to wondering what the others were doing. It had been three months. No contact. He told them to go off and do whatever, but he had at least thought they would write him a letter. These are the things that make one go crazy. No contact. Had he not always wanted solitude? Maybe being stuck in one room makes solitude horrible. Now that he thought about it, he did like being alone, but at those times he was always busy. Searching for one thing or another. Being stuck with nothing changes that aspect.

"How's it...going?" Jet sat up to the melodious saddened voice.

"S-Sa-Sakura?" Jet wondered in surprise as he sat up to meet her at the bars. She can not bear to look at him though. Guilt on her conscience.

"Well?"

"It's prison...most of the time I'm paranoid something will happen to me here." Jet scratches at the back of his head nervously. "Sakura, won't you...look at me?"

She shakes her head. "I heard...you got caught...for the charges I didn't drop. It's too late now, or...it just doesn't matter."

"But...Sakura, if you hadn't done that...we wouldn't have ever become," Jet trails off. He did not know what to say.

"We wouldn't...know one another." She finishes.

"Something...like that." He drifts back to the subject. "Bad things and good things...sort of happen together. Without one there won't be the other. Without sadness...there couldn't be happiness? It'd just be normal and taken for granted."

"I...brought you some food." She draws a food item in a box tied with a neckerchief. Somehow it finds itself in the hands of the sheriff. She gives him a glare.

"I...have to inspect outside items like food." He argues and takes the food to his desk.

She 'humph's. "I also have some comic books...for you, though, I'm not sure you like that sort of thing."

Jet snatches them. "Maybe I will. I don't know until I try." Finally something that didn't require too much thinking to read. He did not have to imagine the pictures. "Um...Sakura, you haven't happened to run into the others? Like...Virginia?"

"Virginia?" Sakura blinked. "No...I haven't yet. I plan to though! I swore...I mean, no."

"I see."

"They haven't been by then?"

"I...just haven't seen any of them in some time."

"You get out in three months right?"

"Well...a little sooner than that. After that we're headed for Cape Aznable."

"Maybe we will meet there then. I was hoping to get to there to set up a shop. Money to be made...you know?" Sakura looks to the floor. "Jet...I have something to say...but I don't think I can tell you this time."

Jet nodded. "Feel free to say whatever you want."

"Are you worried about Virginia?"

"Huh?" He pauses. "Yeah, she's I guess I always do. Everyone I've come to meet I tend to."

Sakura blinks. "I see...so it's what I was thinking." She stands. "Time is up. I need to be going. I hope to see you well and good in Cape Aznable." She waves as she leaves the room and a confused Jet behind. "I guess he does," The slam of the metal door covers over her words. "more."