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You take a step back, tripping over the fox.

A Flash.

What. Just. Happened...?

reeling from the feeling, you discover you're in the dining car again. everything hurts, as if you've just run a long distance. perhaps it's just the stress of this place. evidence suggests foul play, nothing like this just /happens/. as you walk towards the door for a second time, you see a strange sight. through the small window, talking to the fox is... yourself?!!

What's this?.. There's something in your pocket.

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