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<span style="font-size: 20px"> | <span style="font-size: 20px"> With the Corpse Reviver No. 3 done, Galao writes a receipt reporting that she feels something about the Morningstar’s ‘missing’ somehow. As if there’s a barely-noticeable emptiness, only there when she looks for it. Regardless, she’s very ready to head back to the Cafe.</span> | ||
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Summary of Receipt
With the Corpse Reviver No. 3 done, Galao writes a receipt reporting that she feels something about the Morningstar’s ‘missing’ somehow. As if there’s a barely-noticeable emptiness, only there when she looks for it. Regardless, she’s very ready to head back to the Cafe.
Transcript
RECEIPT AS OF: 10/21/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: GALAO
RECEIPT FILED AS: CRN3-04
Well, that should be everything. Now it's up to Mrs. Weyer to make the cocktail, and then it's up to Red Eye to drink it. I wish I could've helped more with, you know, all of this. It feels really strange not having my usual… mm… glow about me. It feels like a major part of myself is just… missing. Even though I know it's not. At least, I hope it's not! I'm sure Lungo would've said something if my entire home was somehow missing. However, I am a little worried that once we get out of here, it'll be gone.
I know, it's a silly thought. Entire regions of Canada don't just go missing overnight. Even over really, really long nights. But… I just don't feel it right now, and that's a very strange feeling. It's not like a nagging feeling, either. It's just a silent emptiness that only reveals itself when I go looking for it. It reminds me of the feeling I have whenever I want to talk with the Poet before remembering I can't… he's gone. At least, he's gone for now. We'll find him. And we'll find my light again, too.
I wouldn't say it's been "nice" to have all this unexpected time off, but it's been nice spending it with all of you. And in a weird way, I sort of feel bad for Mistress. I mean, she is the second youngest, but she has so much weight on her shoulders. Literally, she has a whole ocean looming above her! I know she chose all this responsibility, sought it out even, but I still wonder if she'd like a break, too. In any case, I'm ready to go home. I'm ready to go back to the Cafe.