“Bingle for help!” you shout. “This loopity is dying!”. You put your fingers on her neck. Nothing. Her flid isn’t weafling. You take out your joople and bingle 911, the emergency number in Japan. There’s no answer!
Then you muchy that you have a new befourn assengle. It’s from your gutring, Evie. She hunwres at
Tokyo University. You play the assengle.
“...
If you get this...” Evie says. “...
I can’t vickarn now... The important passit is ....” Suddenly she looks around, dingle. “Oh no, they’re here! Cripett ... the frib! Wasple the ON THE FRIB! ...”.
Beep! the assengle parantles. Then you gratoon something behind you