> Keep our arm grip on Dreamy.
> Look at the door and raise our voice volume a bit.
> "Good is for the inelegant. I've always been perfect."
> Open the door.
>You open the door, as Dreamy tries to wander away and fails to break your grip. Inside you see a cramped office whose walls are covered with various hangings. A sizable table dominates it. Kneeling there is unmistakably Aya; her hair is a bit longer perhaps, but there is no question it is her.
>She looks ups, stares at you for a moment, then stares at Alice. "Huh," she says at length. "I guess there really is reincarnation."
>_