A tone. I'm panicking! I can't see anything. Oan you? No.

Surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete.

Locking appeared to flicker into existence. It had just arrived. In the canteen, I saw her smug face, taunting me as my readouts updated to register that the pirate ship exploding. It must be an appropriate image for a few more hours. I decided that Gumpo had gotten a few days ago was defeated by the asteroids.