Chapter 51
"You aren't real."
"I am."
"You can't be."
"I am."
"If you're real, why are you here?"
"I was told to come."
"By who?"
"A group of people appeared outside my house and told me that I needed to come here."
"A group of people?"
"Yes."
"Were there about ten of them?"
"Yes."
"Were they wearing unusual clothes and carrying carpets?"
"Yes."
"Was there one with a weird beard, one who was bald, and a pink octopus?"
"Yes."
"Was the pink octopus arguing with the one with the weird beard?"
"Yes."
"I swear, I will kill those shamen one day…" I mutter. "What did they tell you?"
"When and where I needed to come."
"Did they tell you why?"
"Yes."
"Oh. How much did they tell you?"
"Pretty much everything."
"Oh." I say again.
"The little one said he'd keep out of the way, but he'd intervene if you needed him."
"The little one?"
"He was wearing a dress and a turban."
"His name's Naboo."
"We need to talk, Vincent."