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Thirtieth Theory [Action]

My sons... MY SONS!

[Donatello stands outside House 55, his shell resting against the wall, staring into the fog.]

Someone help me!

[It's not real.]

NOOOOOOOO!

[That's what everyone has been saying on the journals. So Don doesn't fall into the trap, doesn't go into the mist. (Through the red lens over his eye, it looks like a spray of arterial blood. When he loses focus, he starts to see the red cloud with both eyes. Then he blinks and it's gone again.) But he doesn't go inside either. He can't walk away from his father's voice. Not even when the words give way to pained cries, not even when cold fear grips him as he realizes he doesn't know who needs help.]

[No one. It's not real.]

[Still, he can't bring himself to move.]

((Not marked as Voice because he isn't saying anything, but if you call him over the journals he'll answer. Stay inside tonight, Luceti...))

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[Frederic had gotten out of his apartment, yet he was still trembling and trying to shake off the hallucination he had before taking his walk. In the fog, he kept the voices of his sisters and friends, but he knew none of them were here or were they? He'd heard people over the journals saying they weren't real or only figments of the mind, but they sounded so real. Eventually he reaches Donatello's house and sees him standing outside.]

Donatello?

[Don stares at the indistinct figure for a long moment before deciding that yes, this is a real person. He can't quite tell who it is, though.]

Who's there?

[Frederic gets closer to the house and out of the fog, a small smile appears on his face when he does see his friend in in fact real.]

It's me, Frederic. Are you all right?

Frederic. [He moves aside a little, inviting the composer into the relatively fog-less pocket against the side of the house.]

[He nods to the night.] What do you hear out there?

[Sitting beside his friend, he sighs a little and looks out into the night with him.]

My sisters and friends, sometimes my parents. But I know they can't be here, but my heart wants to believe they are.

I know how you feel. [He turns his head, taking in Frederic's costume.] Nice.

[He sighs more and looks a little annoyed.] I look like Dracula if he were in the 18th century. This costume is ridiculous and I don't like it one bit.

I don't think this can last much longer.

[Frederic hopes it doesn't, looking like this (http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/821/821012/soulcalibur-iv-20070919063251568.jpg) for another week is ridiculous.] Donatello, could we stay in company for quite some time? I would feel much better knowing you are near.

Sure. [He gazes again into the fog.] I don't think it's a good night to be alone.

Before coming here, I was hallucinating outside of my community building. [He sighs.] I have to stay far away from any signs of blood.

Oh... [He blinks again, and the redness fades.] Are you all right?

For the most part, yes. [He looks seriously depressed.] I'm afraid I won't be able to have anything to drink for a while, every liquid turns to blood.

I - I know how that feels. [The illusions are bad, but sometimes they pale in comparison to reality.]

[He turns to look at his friend.] I'm sorry for depressing you, Donatello. You're my friend, I should be thinking of ways to help you smile.

[A sideways look, slightly surprised.] It's not depressing. It's part of who I am.

[He shakes his head and frowns.] I meant with my talking of hearing things in the fog, I don't want to make you feel even more depressed than you are now I'm certain.

No, I -- Do you want to talk about it? Your family?

My family? I don't mind if I talk about them. [He seems to be in thought when he speaks of them.] There's my father Nicholas, my mother Justina, my older sister Louise, and finally my two younger sisters Isabella and Emilia.

[He looks out into the fog.] What are they saying?

Calling for me to come to them and saying they're near. You can't hear them?

No... I - think everyone hears something different.

I see. [He's quiet then speaks again.] I do not know if Polka ever told you this, but you sound like someone I knew from home. She also happen to know this person as the three of us traveled together.

Yes. [It feels like so long ago.] She mentioned. An... Ara... Allegretto.

Yes, Allegretto. He was a boy from Ritardando who helped us save the world against Count Waltz.

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