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|act = 3emi

|image = busride.jpg

|title = Guess Who's Coming... Never Mind

|characters=*[[Hisao Nakai]]

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*[[Meiko Ibarazaki]]

|prev = [[Debate Expresses Doubt/Transcript|Debate Expresses Doubt]]

|next = [[~~Whispers of the Past~~/Transcript|~~Whispers of the Past~~]] or [[Instant Replay/Transcript|Instant Replay]]

|next = [[A Swing and a Miss/Transcript|A Swing and a Miss]] or [[Instant Replay/Transcript|Instant Replay]]

}}NARRATOR: "I don't think I like riding on buses. Actually, I think I'm pretty comfortable saying that as a fact. They sway a lot, and they smell funny, and you can feel every bump in the road. I'm really not looking forward to this. Plus Emi's legs keep making a clanking noise that draws the attention of everyone else on the bus. She's in shorts again, and she's got long socks drawn up on her prosthetics so they don't look so obviously false again. But that doesn't stop the odd look or two every time her legs bump together with an audible clunk. I shift nervously in my seat, and Emi raises an eyebrow questioningly. She doesn't seem to mind the stares; either that or she doesn't even notice that people are staring. I'm sure she's gotten her fill of odd looks before. After a certain amount of time, I doubt she'd notice any more. Not that she'd ever tell me if I asked. Another fact is, I'm not just uncomfortable about the bus. I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that Emi appears to be trying to bring me closer while at the same time pushing me away."

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NARRATOR: "Well, now I know where that lost sock went, at least. Still no letter, though. It's when I try sweeping my arm under my nightstand that I feel something crinkly jammed between it and the wall. Grunting a little with the effort, I reach for my prize and soon manage to bring it into the light. Bingo. ~~I sit at my desk and spread the crumpled paper open. A flick turns on the table light. Skipping past the empty pleasantries, I look for the point where I stopped reading. Ah, here it is."~~

NARRATOR: "Well, now I know where that lost sock went, at least. Still no letter, though. It's when I try sweeping my arm under my nightstand that I feel something crinkly jammed between it and the wall. Grunting a little with the effort, I reach for my prize and soon manage to bring it into the light. Bingo.

[[File:hisao_letter_open.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "I sit at my desk and spread the crumpled paper open. A flick turns on the table light. Skipping past the empty pleasantries, I look for the point where I stopped reading. Ah, here it is."

[[File:Iwanako Letter.png|700px]]

''There are other things I want to say. I'm writing to you because I felt that there are things I should've said after the incident back in winter. I really regret that I wasn't able to say them in person, and I have no excuse for it.''

''The truth is, the times when I visited you at the hospital made me worried about you. I am not talking about your health. You seemed to become more distant and disheartened. It was natural after something like that happened, I'm sure, but somehow I got the feeling that you had given up on something back then. Happiness, maybe?''

NARRATOR: "Giving up on happiness... This sounds unpleasantly familiar."

''I wanted to somehow express my feelings, but the right words didn't come to me. I couldn't say anything to comfort you. I am really sorry for not being able to support you when it mattered the most, even though I like you so much. At least now, finally, I can be more honest.''

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''Sincerely, Iwanako''

NARRATOR: "After finishing reading the letter I smooth it out carefully and set it aside on my desk."

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'''END OF ACT 3'''

'''Next Scene: [[~~Whispers of the Past~~/Transcript|~~Whispers of the Past~~]]'''|-|

'''Next Scene: [[A Swing and a Miss/Transcript|A Swing and a Miss]]'''|-|

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 {{Infobox transcript
 |act = 3emi
+|image = busride.jpg
 |title = Guess Who's Coming... Never Mind
 |characters=*[[Hisao Nakai]]
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 *[[Meiko Ibarazaki]]
 |prev = [[Debate Expresses Doubt/Transcript|Debate Expresses Doubt]]
-|next = [[Whispers of the Past/Transcript|Whispers of the Past]] or [[Instant Replay/Transcript|Instant Replay]]
+|next = [[A Swing and a Miss/Transcript|A Swing and a Miss]] or [[Instant Replay/Transcript|Instant Replay]]
 }}NARRATOR: "I don't think I like riding on buses. Actually, I think I'm pretty comfortable saying that as a fact. They sway a lot, and they smell funny, and you can feel every bump in the road. I'm really not looking forward to this. Plus Emi's legs keep making a clanking noise that draws the attention of everyone else on the bus. She's in shorts again, and she's got long socks drawn up on her prosthetics so they don't look so obviously false again. But that doesn't stop the odd look or two every time her legs bump together with an audible clunk. I shift nervously in my seat, and Emi raises an eyebrow questioningly. She doesn't seem to mind the stares; either that or she doesn't even notice that people are staring. I'm sure she's gotten her fill of odd looks before. After a certain amount of time, I doubt she'd notice any more. Not that she'd ever tell me if I asked. Another fact is, I'm not just uncomfortable about the bus. I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that Emi appears to be trying to bring me closer while at the same time pushing me away."
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 NARRATOR: "..."
-NARRATOR: "Well, now I know where that lost sock went, at least. Still no letter, though. It's when I try sweeping my arm under my nightstand that I feel something crinkly jammed between it and the wall. Grunting a little with the effort, I reach for my prize and soon manage to bring it into the light. Bingo. I sit at my desk and spread the crumpled paper open. A flick turns on the table light. Skipping past the empty pleasantries, I look for the point where I stopped reading. Ah, here it is."
+NARRATOR: "Well, now I know where that lost sock went, at least. Still no letter, though. It's when I try sweeping my arm under my nightstand that I feel something crinkly jammed between it and the wall. Grunting a little with the effort, I reach for my prize and soon manage to bring it into the light. Bingo.
-{{Box1 start}}
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:hisao_letter_open.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "I sit at my desk and spread the crumpled paper open. A flick turns on the table light. Skipping past the empty pleasantries, I look for the point where I stopped reading. Ah, here it is."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:Iwanako Letter.png|700px]]</p>
+{{Letter}}
 ''There are other things I want to say. I'm writing to you because I felt that there are things I should've said after the incident back in winter. I really regret that I wasn't able to say them in person, and I have no excuse for it.''
 ''The truth is, the times when I visited you at the hospital made me worried about you. I am not talking about your health. You seemed to become more distant and disheartened. It was natural after something like that happened, I'm sure, but somehow I got the feeling that you had given up on something back then. Happiness, maybe?''
-{{Boxes end}}
+{{Letter end}}
 NARRATOR: "Giving up on happiness... This sounds unpleasantly familiar."
-{{Box1 start}}
+{{Letter}}
 ''I wanted to somehow express my feelings, but the right words didn't come to me. I couldn't say anything to comfort you. I am really sorry for not being able to support you when it mattered the most, even though I like you so much. At least now, finally, I can be more honest.''
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 ''Sincerely, Iwanako''
-{{Boxes end}}
+{{Letter end}}
 NARRATOR: "After finishing reading the letter I smooth it out carefully and set it aside on my desk."
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 <p style="text-align:center;">'''END OF ACT 3'''</p>
-<p style="text-align:center;">'''Next Scene: [[Whispers of the Past/Transcript|Whispers of the Past]]'''</p>|-|
+<p style="text-align:center;">'''Next Scene: [[A Swing and a Miss/Transcript|A Swing and a Miss]]'''</p>|-|
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 [[Category:Meiko Scenes]]
 [[Category:Emi Scenes]]
+[[Category:Hisao Scenes]]
+[[Category:Emi's route]]
+[[Category:Scenes]]
+[[Category:Act 3]]