The truth was, Meredy wasn't sure why she had come all the way to Flence. It was written all over her face -- the letters through mognet had all the stories about people meeting others that they knew... only they weren't the same. There were too many coincidences, and to hear that even more people had experienced the dream...

On a bench near one of the residential districts, houses sprouting up behind her, but she didn't dare to face them. Her feet didn't quite reach the ground, and her legs pumped slowly back and forth as she stared at the letter in her hands. It was the one that the woman named Kalki had sent. The one with the address... It was crumpled and soft, signs of wear and tear from the amount of times it had been shoved away, but always opened again.

"Well don't tell me that you came here for nothing, then! Kupoooo what a waste of time," Craymog complained, pushing his glasses back up on his nose, probably thinking it was some sort of encouragement.

But Meredy didn't answer. Even Quickie looked solemn, taking on his caretaker's mood. A familiar scent caught his attention though, and with a curious, "Kuwii?" he bounded over to the source, standing on his hind legs as he reached Asbel, greeting the young man with a "Kiii ki!"

"Huh? Quickie?" Meredy's head turned lazily to the side, blinking to see what he had found.