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Even before one word faded out, another was right there to follow after it and take its place. Yama tried to focus on everything that was being said but it was just too much for her. She zoned out for a moment or two—long enough for it to be noticeable—until something was said that stood out: her father’s name. The girl’s ears perked back up immediately and she tilted her head this way and that, processing that what was said was actually asked—a question!

“He’s my dad,” she confirmed, a nod accompanying her voice. Right after that, she remembered that she’d actually been looking for her dad—trying to track him, actually, but same difference—when she’d stumbled across the-guy-with-a-long-name. “Oh!” Yama exclaimed. “Have you seen him? Was he with you?” She could’ve sworn she’d been right on his trail before.