*Chatty, in a dark room by herself. I was going to detail the new difference in clothing between pre-leprosy Chatty and this one, but all you really need to know is that her hair has gone from red and absurdly long to black and boyish short. Why? Uhh... new EGC season, new character designs, that's why. Nyeh!*

*pulling on some gloves* Am I done yet?

*Uh... yeah, I guess so.*

Nnnh. *strains head* Don't remember Amadeus. Except I obviously do. Ahrrrmmmmmm... I don't like this selective memory.

*She starts to pace.*

Sencha-kun's changed since I last met him. That's for sure. And if he's strong enough to defeat Shinryoku Kimiko-ou... that's bad news for me under normal conditions. Let alone this snow.

*She stops, sighs.*

Other RLs probably can't even hear me under these conditions. I'd warn them if I could.

*She stares out the window, and all there is to be seen is snow and thick, thick fog... or would that be fine-powdered snow filling the air, like a cloud of chalkdust..?*

I knew that misleading everyone as to the nature of the Miyu and the Chatty was dangerous, but I never figured it would bite me on the ass this way.

*She walks up to the window, huffs a little cloud of moisture onto the cold glass, and starts to write on it.*

They probably have nothing to worry about. I'm the only Miyu with grandiose plans... he's probably just after personal revenge. He won't hurt them, just me, and those that I care for, and Velvet's--

*She stops in horror.*

*On the window, she's doodled a silly little picture of a stick-figure cockroach and two tiny little stick-figure cockroaches dancing around like happy little stick-figure cockroaches.*

Yuuryou: *voice-over* I thought their mother was killed in the Protest Massacre....

....oh. My. GOD.

*She lets out a piercing scream and runs out of the room into the hallway, screaming and cursing like the idiom of your choice as she passes by--*

Rat: --zzuh? HEY! What are you doing?! You need to rest up! *runs after her*

Mouse: *running alongside him* Well, now, sir, you seem to have recovered mighty fast from that...

Rat: I allow myself five minutes of paralyzing angst per year. *at Chatty, who is now smashing the door down and running outside* HEY! WHAT THE- YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A COAT!

Amadeus: ......... *sighs, shrugs*

*Meanwhile, the condensation back on that window is evaporating... the picture fading away to nothing at all...*

For your use and amusement, here is the referenced post where that memory-echo is from.