Thank whatever gods there were here that the disease curse was over. Eikichi was tired of having the mumps. Everyone stared at him like he was diseased - well, technically, he was - but he was also the great Michel aka the Death Boss (or Undie Boss, thanks to Ginko). He'd glare at the locals, and they'd go about their normal business. Frustrating.

But that was all over and he decided to go hunt down Selphie. Her habits lately had been relatively predictable, making it easy to find her in the barn.

As he approached, the smell of paint overcame him. He looked up to find Selphie busy at work, hanging the lights, just like she'd mentioned over a week ago. "Hey, babe."