Here. The area around the Garibah tree was a small, park-like place. Not big, but it would do for his purposes. The fake Fletcher stopped walking and knelt down to peer at the grass. An odd bird, this one was. "I guess not," he said. "Everyone here can do something unique." Then he smiled up at Tsukasa. "Would you like to see what I can do, Mr. Kamen Rider?"

It's not like it mattered what the answer was, but the construct was playing the role until the very end.