Desert Flannel: Is this the Laplace fashion of dealing with emergencies?
Desert Flannel: I swear, if anyone walks past us now, schoolers or derros, I will be instantly killed by their silent judgment.
Ezra: As a matter of fact, when the patient or the subject becomes unstable during contact, it is necessary to isolate them from the triggering cause immediately.
Ezra: But, we just burnt down the isolation room.
Ezra: No wonder Head Nurse Judith was so angry.
Kangaroo: URAGH!
Vertin: ...
Ezra: Ms. Vertin, are you alright?
Ezra: That kangaroo is ... punching your nose.
Vertin: I'm fine.
Kangaroo: URAGH!
Vertin: So is the kangaroo.
Vertin: I'm sure Medicine Pocket will bring us the Concentration Potion soon.
Desert Flannel: They'd better. We look like a bunch of kangaroos, feel like kangaroos, and even smell like kangaroos!
Desert Flannel: We will make tomorrow's headline of Australian Nagger and become "the three kangaroos hanging out on a public lawn at midnight." That'd be the end of our social lives as humans and the beginning of a life as kangaroos.
Ezra: Make the headline? Aah, I see. Please don't worry.
Ezra: Although it's true that Medicine Pocket is a frequent celebrity on the news, the Concentration Potion is not their work. Besides, we didn't use anything new in its development ...
Desert Flannel: I'm not worried about that guy. I was talking about myself. There are paparazzi following me around these days.
Vertin: I didn't know you were famous.
Desert Flannel: I'm not. It's just that someone wants my name spread in a bad way. Trust me, you should never piss off the paparazzi.
Ezra: You should turn to the police for help.
Desert Flannel: Yeah yeah, just shut up and keep your eyes peeled for anything suspicious.
Desert Flannel: I will toss his shoes on the power lines, if I found him here.
Ezra: Ms. Desert Flannel, watch your back!
Desert Flannel: What, are those paparaz- ... Aaah, waaaah! It burns!
The young girl leaps to her feet, letting out a scream as the bench beneath her turned scorching hot.
Ezra: Is this ... fire? Ms. Desert Flannel, the lake is over there! Get in there!
Desert Flannel: Lake? I ... I can't swim!
Kangaroo: URAAGH!AHHH!!
There are people shouting, feet running, sparks flying.
Desert Flannel: Aaah! This stupid kangaroo kicked me in the eye, ouch! Move, move! I can't see where the lake is!
Vertin: Wait, calm down!
Vertin: You are not in danger. She is.
Desert Flannel: Are you joking?! I was getting burned. Emm? There's nothing on my skin.
The unwanted visitor stands in front of them, panting as if she's burning from her body temperature.
Her golden reflection sways in water like real flames.
Spathodea: deep breath
Spathodea: Race.
The burning flame bounces from Desert Flannel to Ezra.
Ezra: ... Uh ...
Ezra: It didn't cause any damage on me, just burning the foam on my skin. Is that some new method developed to get rid of the potion?
Ezra: But what is Ms. Spathodea doing here? The head nurse shouldn't have let an unstable patient walk around freely. Did, did she sneak out?!
Desert Flannel: Gosh! Mate, she's on fire! Does she even remotely look stable to you?
Spathodea: Race, like a deor ... stepping on the red soil where vines and woods grow ...
The glare and heat rush through her, like waves.
Spathodea, engulfed in flame, approaches Desert Flannel, with fiery eyes, mouth, heart, and body, and takes her into her arms.
Desert Flannel: Urrah!
Desert Flannel: Aah, f**k me dead! She's as well heated as a boiling pot! We can't let her go on like this! Her brain is going to be roasted in that little head!
Desert Flannel strives to get out of her control, patting Spathodea on the cheeks with her cold hands.
Desert Flannel: Let go, Spathodea! Your temperature is dangerously high. Chill out!
Spathodea: I'm not ... a lizard ... and ...
Spathodea: Concrete No. 2 with cream is the best dish and pipe material!
Vertin: Spathodea is suffering confusion. It's probably the flame's doing.
Vertin: We need to separate them first.
Ezra: Okay ... okay! Ms. Vertin, please step back!
A mist with the color of turquoise blows toward the girls.
Desert Flannel: Oi! What are you sprayin- ...?! I'm still here! Hey!
Soon, both Desert Flannel's complaints and Spathodea's sleep talk quiet down.
Ezra: This is just some spores, Ms. Desert Flannel, worry not.
Ezra: They are the tranquilizer that the locals used to pacify animals and was once widely used among arcanists in early times for hunting.
Ezra: As long as we calm her down, we can bring her back to ... Whooaa!
However, that fireball girl hits everyone in front of her like knocking down all the pins in a row.
A perfect bowling strike.
Spathodea: Games ... Games! Games! We need the real Games!
Spathodea: This is where sportsmanship originates ... Young people, young ... people ...
Spathodea: Young people need cats! And strawberry ja- ... jam! Cat jam it is!
Ezra: Did I use the wrong mushroom? Ms. Spathodea has become even more restless!
Ezra: What about Ms. Desert Flannel? Is she ...
Ezra manages to get up, looking at the turquoise green mist without dusting himself off.
Vertin: No, you didn't. She's behaving exactly the way you described.
Ezra: Aah ... Ms. ... Desert Flannel?
Desert Flannel: ... Heh-heh.
Their fierce friend, with a smile on her face, is rolling on the ground like a cat getting high on catmints.
She keeps reaching her hands to the sky as if she is trying to catch something.
Desert Flannel: Is this ... the house for me? Heh heh, oh ... Haha ...
Desert Flannel: Does this mean I don't have to ... pay rent anymore? Heh heh ...
Vertin: Looks like this is how she has her mental break.
Ezra: I will bring her back to normal immediately. It won't take mo-more than five minutes. But I think Ms. Spathodea is going to attack again!
Spathodea: What ye need is the reopening of the gate to the scorching land, and ...
Spathodea: And ... the retrieval of the rock ... Ugh ...
Ezra: And her fire is getting stronger ... Get down!
The moment they duck, the scorching hot fire flies over the top of their heads.
Vertin: We are running out of time. Let's deal with the burning issue first.
Taking a deep breath, Ezra grabs the straps even tighter.
Ezra: I will! I will try my best!
COMBAT
Spathodea: Ugh, where am I?
Spathodea: What are you doing here, guys? I thought you were driven away?
Ezra: Great, she's back to normal!
Spathodea: Oh ... I remember it now ...
Spathodea can't maintain her balance and falls to the ground.
Vertin: Spathodea!
Spathodea: The Games ...
She raises one arm with all her strength and grasps the cuff of the girl standing in front of her.
Spathodea: We must revive ... the Uluru Games ...
Spathodea: Because ... the rocks, rumble on the knees ...
Medical Staff: I've heard what's going on.
Medical Staff: We will check if her organs are injured by the high temperature after returning to Laplace. You can visit her tomorrow after 11:00 a.m.
Ezra: Emm? Can we visit her? I thought you would send her to the wards on the 13th floor.
Medical Staff: Go with the flow when you can't fight it.
Medical Staff: We've now understood what will happen if we separate you and keep her alone some place else. What's more, Laplace can't lose another clinic.
Ezra: I see, this is great! Thank you!
The white ambulance drives away from the street.
Desert Flannel: So, are you sure those mushrooms won't cause any damage to my brain and body?
Desert Flannel: Like lower IQ levels, lung diseases, or skin allergy ...
Ezra: Emm. If you think it's necessary, I will accompany you to Laplace for some follow-up check-ups!
Ezra: Of course, you don't have to pay for the tests. The fee will be deducted from my salary. Please don't worry about the money.
Desert Flannel: Okay okay! Enough! I trust you! I don't need a kid to pay the doctor for me. Besides ...
Desert Flannel: It's embarrassing enough to be put down by mushrooms, not to mention that I'll be giving that guy the story they carved if I was hospitalized.
Ezra: "That guy"? Ah, you mean, the journalist following you.
Ezra: Emm ...
Desert Flannel: Was that a flash?! Speak of the devil ... B****r!
Silently cursing, Desert Flannel scans the bush in the dark with a serious look on her face.
Desert Flannel: Come out yourself. Don't make me force you!
The bush rustles. Seconds later, a man stands up. His black shirt indistinguishable from the darkness, making his face appear as if it were floating in the air.
???: Heh.
Desert Flannel: Makower, don't you dare involve others. This is between you and me.
Makower: I've told you long ago that one day I will make you feel the same misery that I did. I've been following you all the time, and this is the moment, the moment of vengeance!
Makower: Heh-heh, now, I have more than enough photos.
Makower: As for these "other people" ... You didn't strike me as such a kind-hearted person.
Desert Flannel: I didn't know you are so shameless!
Makower: Let's see what tomorrow's newspaper has to say about this, Ms. Photographer.
A hideous smile forms on that floating face. Makower then disappears in the shadow.
Desert Flannel: No, we can't let him get away. He has a photo of us!
Ezra: Is he your enemy ... emm, maybe archenemy? What happened between you two?
Desert Flannel: If you don't wanna be one of the "burning kangaroos" on the headline tomorrow, shut up and start running!
Vertin: We have to stop him.