Ísja looks over at Num, putting his hands out expressively. Num stares at the ground.

ÍSJA (IN ANC AITARANIAN): Eavesdropping on Mr. Keerko. Running off when you figured you had enough information to get the harmonica. We don't even know what the harmonica is for!

Ísja lets his hands fall down to his sides.

ÍSJA (IN ANC AITARANIAN): You decided on all this, not me.

Num finally looks at Ísja, looking rather sad.

NUM (IN ANC AITARANIAN): Why didn't you stop me, then?

Ísja stands with his arms slack at his sides. He looks miffed.

ÍSJA (IN ANC AITARANIAN): I... tried...

In the background is a variety of panels featuring flashbacks to the timeframe before Ísja and Num started their adventure.

In the first panel, the two of them are walking side by side in front of a building.

ÍSJA: Remember what happened last time you tried something like this?

In another panel, the two of them are sitting in wooden chairs in front of a table. Num is drawing in a sketchbook while Ísja is flopped over with his arms spread out on the table.

ÍSJA: This is a bad idea. I really don't think you should follow through with this.

In another panel, the two of them are going to bed. Num is already tucked in while Ísja is sitting up.

ÍSJA: If we go to another plane, there's a chance we won't come back.

In another panel, the two are sitting on a bench outside in what appears to be a festival. Num is staring adoringly at a young man with bark-like skin and branches for hair passing by. The young man–Eukos–waves at him. Ísja is focused on talking to Num.

ÍSJA: Hanru and Mr. Keerko chew you out every time you do stuff like this.

In another panel, Num roots through a large crate. Ísja glares at him with a hand on his own hip.

ÍSJA: I feel like you're not listening to me at all.

In the final panel, Num stands in front of a Pocket with both hands on his hips, seemingly proud. Ísja hasn't yet caught up to him.

ÍSJA: Isn't it illegal to go to the Dreamscape?

NUM: Eh. We're already criminals.

ÍSJA: In another country!