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[The journal falls open just in time to catch a pained gasp, followed by some rather upset sniffling.] T-t-that hurt! B-but R-R-Rem said dreams aren’t s-suppose to hurt! It’s so cold. Rem! Kn-nives! [Finally the journal catches a glimpse of little Vash as he shakily tries to stand up in it‘s view. His trade mark spiky hair is gone. Instead it falls most the way down his back, but those eyes and that mole are the same. He‘s also severely underdressed in just the new feather pants. Look ma! No scars!] W-Where are you?! Joey? J-Joey, can you h-hear me?! W-what part of the s-s-ship is this?!

[There’s a pause as if he’s waiting for someone to answer, then he tries to take a step forward. Instead of moving his feet come flying out from under him and he lands hard on ice again with a frightened yelp. Once he gets his breath back the soft sobbing starts up again.] Rem. P-p-please help me, R-Rem. Where are y-you?

(ooc: Space and time? What is that? Whoever wants to run into poor Vash is welcome. He’s stuck out on the frozen lake!)

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[So it's a really good thing that Kenshin isn't a creeper with candy and a van, then. Good to know. The rurouni smiles when Vash finally figures out that clothes are for wearing. He doesn't want a small person freezing to death on his conscience.]

A new home, mm? And where is this new home?

[He frowns. Oh dear.]

...This one doesn't know a Rem, young one, though it's possible that there might be a Rem in the village.

W-we don't kn-know yet. We s-still have to f-f-find it. [Even with the clothes it's going to take a bit for the shivers to slow down.]

V-village? [And finally taking note of those wings, he tears up a bit.] Are... a-are we dead?

There's a town not far from here. We can go there to get warm, if you'd like.

[He sighs. What sort of life could this child have led before if that's the first thing he thinks?]

No, we're not dead. We're somewhere else now, that's all.

[He smiles and holds out his hand.]

Come, tell this one about the new home you're looking for.

[Vash grips tightly to your hand and arm as he stands unsteadily on the ice. He's fallen enough times and doesn't want to fall again - so sorry for that death grip.] But! I c-can't be somewhere el-else! R-Rem says there's no air-r in s-space!

[Progress! Kenshin doesn't mind the death grip, especially if it means that the boy will actually come with him instead of standing out in the cold and freezing to death. The rurouni starts gently pulling him in the direction of the town.]

Oro? Space?

[He's going to keep that nervous, death grip on your arm as he takes each tentative step. Every so often, starting to slip and somehow squeezing your hand even harder when that happens.]

Yes. S-space.

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