“What in the world is going on HERE?!” Jesse’s voice echoes through the ruins of a lost civilization. He’s flabbergasted, dumbfounded, perplexed, bewildered, abashed, baffled, confounded, bushed, befuddled, discombobulated, and flummoxed!

And he has every right to be! You’ve never said a word about any of this! Not even the slightest of hints. There were no hints of anything remotely like this under the orphanage. Under this town. Under this country! It simply makes no sense. And you know what? You share the feeling. You too have been so bewildered by something so out of left field that changed your perspective forever. Yes, the moment Amelia confessed she stole your cookies, you were never the same again. You’re not mad about it anymore, you’re just pointing out how much it affected you. Hopefully, it won’t be that bad for Jesse.

It’s worth pointing out that he found his way down here in that stupid wheelchair. That’s a decision right there.

“You better keep your emotions in check, young man.” Dorothy finds Jesse childish for his very manly tantrum.

“I believe you’re so far removed from reality that you believe this is somehow acceptable.” Jesse rolls closer as he looks around in both awe, fear and confusion. “What is this place? Who are you? <span class="mu-i">What</span> are you?”

“Would it be difficult for you to believe that not long ago she was this duck?” You grab the duck again.

“Quack.” The duck is proud to have helped. He jumps onto Jesse’s lap. The not-bald kid stares at it for a moment, then lifts his eyes to you.

“I… don’t want to get angry.” The obviously furious man says. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

“I’d rather not.” Dorothy crosses her arms. “I can’t help but notice, you two aren’t on great terms, and I don’t mean that there’s friction between you. But it’s evident that you aren’t… <span class="mu-i">friends</span>. I rather not divulge any secrets to a person you don’t trust.”

“Huh.” You’re surprised. You thought she’d jump at the chance to convince someone else to help her.

“That’s fair. But I’m not going anywhere without answers.” Jesse puts his feet down. Metaphorically. He’s still in the wheelchair.

<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>

>“Give him a tour, Dorothy. He’s my pal. I trust him.” You’re going to put your hands in the fire for this quirky fellow.
>“How did you get here in a wheelchair?” You don’t remember the way here being wheelchair friendly.
>“Where are the others? Weren’t you with Kobashi?” You need an update on the Tomatoes!
>“Jesse, close your eyes. I need some info.” Keep talking to Dorothy and ignore this dummy for a bit.
>Write In.