Misako decides to try and lift the two boys up, thinking they aren’t that heavy. And she heads out the door.

*Masaru comes and takes Nagisa from her* I got him.

*Kotoko examines the weapons the gunmen used* Paintball guns… why the hell are they using…

They didn’t want to kill us… *She picks one of the guns up* We need to get the paintballs looked at back at the school. For now, nobody touch any of them. Avoid even touching the paint.

“I’m not sure, really.” Naomi said. “He seems to think we’re comic book villians. Do I look purple to you?” She looks down at her purple skirt and remembers her purple hair tie. Okay, stupid question. New question, does my husband look purple to you, mister…? “

Reporter 5: Mister, uh… oh look, I’m late!

For a very important date?

Reporter: Precisely!

Well, you better run along then, or else it’s off with your head.

*The reporter flees*

Naomi rolls her eyes. “Can I answer, love?” She asked. “Just a little?” She smiled. “Because we have no clones attending this school.” True, their last one was busy being part of a terror organization or something, “No ghosts on school ground have human bodies,” and what did happen to Natsumi’s? “I heard about it from the news just now, so I’m sure you are more updated then me about who got shot and how, and we have no time travellers from 1723, don’t Be ridiculous.”

Reporter 5:How long is it until you assemble the six mystical gems and place them on a gauntlet, then snap your fingers and obliterate half of all life in the universe in an attempt to either impress Death enough to get her to date them, or stop overpopulation?

*Even the other reporters with weird questions find this guy to have the absolute dumbest question around… and just kinda shuffle off and leave him at the mercy of Naomi and Takumi*

What do you think we should do with this moron, honey?