It is a dark and stormy night – like, edge of a hurricane dark and stormy. Little Wako – about eight years old – is with a blue-haired boy about the same age. The totem pole is toppling over in the muddy ground, but they’re struggling to stand it straight again. They’re failing. Hard.
As it starts to fall on them, the boy pushes Wako out of the way. He gets crushed under the totem pole.
Wako screams, and something on her chest lights up pink – a mark in the shape of a Y. The next instant, the boy is floating off the ground in a pink bubble. Wako faints. The memory ends. ]
Re: PORT (SECOND STAGE)
It is a dark and stormy night – like, edge of a hurricane dark and stormy. Little Wako – about eight years old – is with a blue-haired boy about the same age. The totem pole is toppling over in the muddy ground, but they’re struggling to stand it straight again. They’re failing. Hard.
As it starts to fall on them, the boy pushes Wako out of the way. He gets crushed under the totem pole.
Wako screams, and something on her chest lights up pink – a mark in the shape of a Y. The next instant, the boy is floating off the ground in a pink bubble. Wako faints. The memory ends. ]