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Fakir has made a very grand exit!

LET'S ALL STARE.

Duo offers her the hat, so she can jump in. She wasn't pointing back toward town, so he gets the gist.

"Trowa, you wanna get those? Where too, Duck? Is there a pond or a stream or something around this joint?"

- well, that's a convenient way to travel, at least. Duck steps carefully into the hat and squints around. The closest water is probably . . . her lake?

She thinks it's in that direction! Her wing flies out, pointing.

Trowa gathers up Duck's clothing -- now a school uniform again, rather than magical ballerina tulle-and-satin -- without comment.

She's pointing downhill, which is a reasonable way to find water in a forest anyhow. So.

They're off the path now, tromping through the woods. Duo goes in whatever direction Duck points in, as he isn't familiar with this area.

Or the woods, really.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Wait a minute...

"Does anyone else see that?" Was that door always there?

"The door."

Ordinarily he'd just say yeah.

But Duck's world is WEIRD. Clarification is warranted.

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