Time for Recovery. (Open to all, I guess.)

Sora: You could have been finding a place to live or something.

Sora: Oh, that's cool. What are your weapons like?

Sora: What do you mean by that?

Sora: Oh. Well, it must be interesting at least.

Sora: Well, my partner is the one who caused me to have the broken ribs and wind up here. And those are two separate things.

Sora: Her name is Misa. She made a guy on a moped crash into a hydrant, which broke his ribs, and I healed him. And then she did something that just made give up and faint. Don't remember what, though. Also, she hit me with the moped, which I think she stole.

Sora: I'm going to die if I take care of her. And I can't leave her on her own either in fear that some other poor person will get hit by her.

"Yeah.."

Sora: I should keep her on a leash. Or maybe just tie her up until I need her.

Sora: Maybe we will lock them together, that way they have someone to talk with.

Sora: Well, I have two, but the other is not a trouble maker, so I can keep her out.

Sora: Well, it must be nice to have someone who isn't that bad of a prankster?

Sora: What kind of stuff does he pull, then?

Sora: Oh, uh. . . How did that go, then?