Where the Heart Is

Marino is shaking and struggling for air as the Courier squeezes her tighter.

MARINO: Pocket...

Her eyes shut in agony.

MARINO: My... Pocket...

The Courier rifles around Marino's pocket before pulling out the harmonica.

THE COURIER: SO IT IS.

The Courier releases Marino and she falls to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. It observes her, the harmonica grasped firmly in one of its tendrils.

MARINO: H-how lovely it is to have you among us, Venerable Star.

From a distance, Ísja and Num stand watching.

ÍSJA: ...Num.

Ísja covers his mouth with one hand, his eyes wide in horror. Num also looks horrified.

ÍSJA: It said "Mitvalsha", right? As in...

NUM: Saint Mitvalsha?

THE COURIER: AH, YES.

The Courier turns its attention away from Marino and toward Ísja and Num.

THE COURIER: OUR WONDERFUL GUESTS.

uh. huh. um. uh oh !


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