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So, what had she accomplished lately?

Miku sat on one of the fleshy, fatty couches on the observation deck, thinking about that subject. She was dressed in her plantsuit and a miniskirt (for modesty's sake), having finally run out of clothing that she'd gotten from... someone.

Somewhere.

Who had that kind person been? She'd have to find them and thank them, and though Miku tried hard to bring their face, voice, or name to mind, it was as though she were trying to think through vanilla pudding. Well, someday, they'd see each other again.

But, anyway, what had she accomplished? Miku leaned forward in her seat, her chin in her hands, and looked out the window. She was slowly getting past her fear of people, so that was good. She'd made a new friend in Kara, over miniskirts. She was ever-so-slowly learning to control her abilities. Then there was Steve, of course. Miku laughed to herself and covered her eyes.

Was it possible to be embarrassed just thinking about someone? Apparently, the answer was yes.

Still, there were things she had been slacking in. It'd been ages since she'd cleaned something that wasn't virtual (not including her room, of course. She'd even cleaned the empty side!), and if she didn't start practicing her developing soon, then she'd certainly forget how to. Miku sighed, threw herself backwards against the couch, and looked at the ceiling.

"I need more things to do, I think," she murmured to herself. "Definitely, without a doubt." But what? And with who?

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"It's pretty, in a way, isn't it?" Luke sat across from her, on the unoccupied couch, rather than beside her. "We've got something kind of like this from home, but hyperspace and the Bleed are more different than alike, really. Hyperspace is a little more monochromatic, for one."

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"It is," she agreed and looked out at the Bleed again. "Is that really what it's called? The Bleed?" Well, she supposed it sort of fit; the Bleed was awfully red. "I'd never asked if it had a name, it was just That-Place-Outside-the-Window to me." Insular, Miku tended to not think very far beyond her particular location. There was quite a bit of Stacy to explore, after all.

Maybe she could help with that, somehow. Hm. "I caught a cold shortly after the nightmare king business, but I'm better now. Much better. Ah... well, I feel like I'm forgetting something important, but I can't put my finger on what it was."

"That's what I've heard it called, anyway," Luke said. "I guess this is what the space in between worlds looks like. Seems pretty ominous to me."

He watched it for a moment, then looked back at Miku. Since she'd started seeing Steve, Luke meant to make it a point to treat her as he'd treat any girlfriend of Ben's. Politely, and like she was already part of the family.

"You've started forgetting things too?"

"Just little things," Miku admitted sheepishly. "Where I got something and who I got it from. I... can't even remember if I was sharing my room with anyone. I suppose it makes sense if I don't; it isn't like I have a lot of female friends, and I'd feel odd sharing space with a stranger." Because there was such a danger when you couldn't control your abilities, after all.

Miku didn't want to see something she shouldn't, not again. She shrugged at Luke and sighed. "I'm sure I'll remember someday soon, don't worry."

"I hope so. Memory loss seems to be a problem right about now." He bit his lip, thinking about what could have brought this on, and shrugged after a moment. Just as with his own instances of it, he had no explanation beyond the superficial. "It's probably just stress. We went through a lot, and it's difficult sometimes for the mind to come up with ways to cope that aren't just as disruptive."

It wasn't a satisfying explanation, but it was the best Luke could come up with.

"Well, my mother always said if it was something very important, that it would come back again." Miku wasn't so sure if this was a true statement, but it hadn't proved her wrong yet. Eventually, everything worked out.

"So maybe it will, no sense in thinking it wouldn't," she just hoped that it would, and soon. Having a gap in her memory was just unusual and disquieting.

"That sounds like a fine piece of wisdom," Luke said, nodding his head in agreement. "If we keep looking hard for it, it'll just keep escaping us. It's best to just relax and let the mind go where it will; sometimes, solutions come easier to us when we're calm, at peace."

Luke was quiet a moment, then smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry. I've been a teacher too long, it slips out sometimes."

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