Zelda teeters back a step, regaining her balance since the wind had vanished so suddenly. Was a simple window shade enough to hold back whatever was on the other side of the portal?
“Me? But I- I didnt-”
The princess sputtered ungracefully. Why was she trying to explain herself to this talking black Boe? It mustve been a bizarre dream.
“I-it was like that when I got here.”
She felt like a kid again with her arms crossed and ears burning. The only difference this time was she was telling the truth.

The Repairman looked at the woman with a mix of confusion and…more confusion. He had met Toons who were apologetic, some not, but never someone who tried to…shift the blame? Huh…

“Well, who else would be here?” he asked, gesturing around the hedge maze. “I mean…”

He trailed off, and looked back at the shade. To him, the Wall looked concrete, but folks sometimes seemed to act like it was something different.

“…What did you see?” he asked, curious. “I’ve never seen someone pulled towards a crack in the Wall…”