Ralph tried not to think about the bad things that had happened to his family. They were over and done with. The last of their effects were slowly dwindling away or had become routine… But even still, on occasion his thoughts slipped away from him.
This was one of those occasions.
It was around this time of year that his cabinet went out for repairs. It was gone for a month. He was gone a month. Turbo was left to his own devices, eventually having been taken under Sorceress’ care… But even so, the poor kid had fallen ill with grief…
But that was in the past. This was now.
… So why was he sitting on the edge of his bed, staring down at the time gap in his journal…?