The red-haired girl looked at the Repairman. She seemed a bit confused at first, but spoke after a few moments. “Bonkakira is Bonkakira,” was her response. “Bonkakira would offer to shake your hand, but she isn’t exactly presentable right now.” Upon closer inspection,  she did seem a bit dirty, and her clothes were somewhat rumpled…

When Beepsumu reappeared from the kitchen, the dog spoke up again. “WOMAN!” She said, directing her eyes toward Beepsumu. “There is a dimensional tear in our house! I demand that it be repaired!”

Beepsumu was somewhat flustered by this. “W-well, Jingletooth, that’s actually not a tear, but our guest is going to repair it as soon as he can.”

Bonkakira raised a hand. “You mean he isn’t here to take Bonkakira away?”

Beepsumu’s face switched to an angry expression as she turned to Bonkakira. “He isn’t, and you should thank all the stars for that. I told you that messing around in other dimensions would have consequences, but…” Beepsumu stopped herself then. “Oh dear, I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be acting this way when we have a guest in our home. You wanted to talk to Bonkakira?”

“Huh…?”

The Repairman looked confused for a moment, but then Bonkakira continued speaking. Ah. One of those folks that don’t like saying “I.”

“Ah. That’s fine,” he shrugged. “I’m ink anyhow.”

How come every time this Jingletooth talked, the Repairman expected thunderstorms and dramatic music…?

“Yeah, I’m fixing it right now.”

The Repairman didn’t often see other people lecturing about inter-dimensional safety. It was… odd, to say the least. And he was starting to get the feeling they might be thinking of different dimensions.

“Oh, yes, um,” he started, “Bonkakira, could I ask, um, what happened, exactly…?”