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[ PHONE ]

[Good morning, Mayfield! You might be awoken by a recording on your answering machine. It seems to be half of an exceedingly pleasant conversation.]

Hello? Yes, I'd like to be connected to Paris, please?

What do you mean, you can't do that?

...I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. I could have sworn you were trying to tell me we're in America.

Okay, listen. Sure. I can accept the fact that maybe I did wake up in a complete stranger's bed. The photos of me with people I have definitely never seen before in my life? Well, I don't know. Creepy? Yes. But I mean, hey. If you have an explanation, I'm willing to consider it.

But trying to tell me that I somehow unknowingly traveled thousands of miles just like that and wound up in a completely different country? Sorry, but no. Nope! Not happening!

Look, this has got to be just some big mixup. You probably have the wrong person. Somewhere out there is a very confused girl who I'm sure would be happy to be in my shoes right now. Me, well, I kind of need to get home. I was in the middle of something important. So, if somebody could please direct me to the next ship back to France, I'd appreciate it. A lot.

[ ACTION | 1445 Mitchell Road ]

Ugh!

[In the middle of the living room, the house's newest resident slams down the phone in disgust.]

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[Astral is a little shocked, since he only said about two phrases before getting that rant. Namely 'I cannot connect you anywhere, as Mayfield does not connect to the remainder of America let alone anywhere else.

Now he's just confused.]

...Exactly...

What is 'France', exactly..?

Are you trying to tell me you've never heard of France?

I grew up in an orphanage where they barely knew what real food was and and even I knew what France was.

Aah... Well, truthfully, I had heard of very little outside of Japan during my time in the human world prior to arrival in Mayfield...

So it is likely that there are many other locations I am unaware of.

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Ah...well, actually, you can't. You're stuck here.

Uh-huh, very funny. But I'm not really in the mood for jokes right now!

It's not a joke. You really are stuck here.

I'm Miku Hatsune, virtual diva. Welcome to Mayfield. Has anyone told you about it yet?

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I know, it's quite the shock to suddenly wake up here, right? I've never been to Paris before, but I was in Japan right before I woke up here, so I can understand the surprise.

Oh good, I'm glad I'm not the only one who miraculously traveled to a brand-new continent in a single night.

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There's no way to get to Paris from here, Miss.

That's ridiculous. Even if there's no train or ship, I'll walk. Swim. Something.

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[ Alexei steps into the living room from the kitchen only to drop his breakfast at the sight of someone other than Eridan in the house. Even though he'd already been in Mayfield for a few weeks, the sudden appearance of strangers in one's house was anything but normal for the poor boy. ]

Wh-who in the world are you?

[Anastasia jumps like two feet in the air as dishes clatter to the ground, and whirls to face the intruder in surprise.]

Me? Who in the world are you?