Exactly, Garry. It's a headache. Even Ib doesn't get it. Timey wimey.

"... about the school," Ib answered, finding it a little easier than the subject before it, but still one that didn't sit right in the girl's mind. It made as much sense as everything else did, which wasn't any.

"She said we came here together, then she left with dad. She asked me if I was okay..." Ib paused a while, gripping her hands that had fallen by then to her sides together before adding, "I said I missed her."