During our walk to the park, the atmosphere was unusually tense. I was tempted to break the silence several times, but I didn't have any good topics. Or rather, I had a few, but they all concerned either the supernatural or my love-life, neither of which was exactly the right material for a light-hearted chat. Yet, just as I was about to give up and tried coming up with a good lead-in into my questions once we arrived, I noticed something peculiar.

Angie was humming at my side. It wasn't a complex tune, more like a nursery rhyme. What really freaked me out for a moment though, was that she was glowing in the rhythm of her humming.

"What are you doing?" I asked her in a whisper that seemed to jolt her out of it and the glow surrounding her dispersed like a thin fog.

She blinked at me in surprise and told me, "I'm humming because I'm bored."

With that, she averted her face with an exaggerated ‘Hmpf' and returned to her humming. I paid closer attention to her this time, and as the glowing started, I noticed a couple of thin lines extending from her. They looked like strands of spider silk in the wind, but they were way too weird to be anything so ordinary. My first instinct was to try and find out what they were connected to, but they were instead passing through objects. In fact, they seemed completely intangible.

After some further observations, I noticed something even more troubling: I couldn't see it at first because we were standing so close together, but there was a string pointed right at my chest. Not only that, it was much thicker than the ones randomly floating around her and it seemed to glow in unison with her weird aura. Speaking of which, how come no one found it strange that she was lighting up like she was bitten by a radioactive fluorescent light bulb? Was it something only I could see?

Those were questions for later, as I was more interested in the line connected to me at the moment. Angie's humming was getting a little erratic, as if she couldn't quite remember the exact tune of a song, and it also made the strand wiggle like it was alive. It was pretty squicky, to be honest.

I reached out a finger and tucked at the string. It was insubstantial, and when I touched it, it felt like there was a mild electric current running through my skin. It wasn't painful, but it was decidedly unpleasant. It was about this point I got really fed up with the entire situation and I pinched Angie in the side. She literally jumped with a high-pitched yelp and sent me a look of injured pride that only she could manage. I stopped and faced her head-on.

"What are you doing!?" she exclaimed with a scowl that made me realize why Josh was so afraid of her wrath. In this case though, I matched her scowl with one of my own and pointed at the still attached strand between us.

"A better question is this: what are you doing?"

She gave me a puzzled look, and my further gestures only made her look even more incredulous, so I just rolled my eyes, crooked my finger into a hook, and slashed at the line in irritation. I only intended that as a vague gesture, but somehow my finger actually caught the line, stretched it out, and then it snapped like a rubber band. Angie's eyes opened wide in surprise, completely wiping away her previous frown. To be honest, I would've probably had a similar expression, but I managed to stay in character and simply shook my head.

"Seriously, I have no idea what that was, but stop it."

"I... Uh... Okay?" She nodded several times in a daze, but when I tried to start walking again she called out to me in a borderline panicky voice. "Wait! How did you do that?"

"Which part?"

"How did you..." She paused for a moment to make sure no one was in earshot. "How did you dispel my probe spell? Was that a somatic counterspell? But you are not an Abyssal, so that can't be it..."

I let her mumble to herself for a while. My brain, on the other hand, was already switching to a higher gear.

She said ‘somatic' just now, didn't she? That reminded me of a particular byline in one of Judy's first reports. It said there were three kinds of magic in practice: Vocal, somatic, and harmonic. According to the info collected from the class rep, magi like her were using vocal magic. Chants and the like. Somatic magic, at least by the dictionary definition, probably had something to do with the body. I figured it was movement, and according to what Angie just said, it had something to do with Abyssals. More on that later.

However, there was a third one, which made me furrow my brows: harmonics. I didn't really know what to think of it until a few minutes ago, but in retrospect, it seemed pretty obvious it had to do with music. Angie was humming, and there was weird glowy magicky stuff happening. Q.E.D., she was using harmonic magic.

It also raised an intriguing question: were these magic types unique to certain supernatural entities? Magi are vocal, Abyssals are somatic and Celestials are harmonic. It made a certain sense from a constructional standpoint, but at this point it was just a stab in the dark, so I filed it under ‘things to figure out later' and returned to the conversation.

I had no answer to Angie's question, and since I had no idea what happened either, bullshitting my way out of answering was too risky. That left only one avenue open for me: a blatant and shameless change of topic.

"What exactly were you probing for, if I may ask?"

Credit where credit's due, the girl had the decency to act properly self-conscious when faced with the question. She chuckled awkwardly, but when my stare made it obvious that I wasn't giving up on the question she let out a defeated breath and told me, "Nothing intrusive, just checking if you are under the influence."

"I'm not drinking."

"Not that kind of influence, silly!" she exclaimed while she playfully swatted at me. She was obviously trying to lower my guard a little, and to be honest, I wasn't entirely against a less formal conversation, so I smiled at her as encouragement. She grinned back and continued, "It's to see if you were bewitched."

"Bewitched?"

"Charmed, controlled, having your free will ripped from you and stuffed in a tiny cage where you can only scream endlessly on the inside as your body is being controlled by malevolent magicks... That kind of thing."

"... That was needlessly graphic."

"Sorry," she said, but according to her grin, she really wasn't.

"Whatever. But why would you think that in the first place? Isn't that a bit of a logical leap to make?"

Angie shrugged, which incidentally corresponded with the exact moment we arrived at the park. It was still in the early afternoon, but the skies were overcast and so it was a little darker than usual, and when you combined that with the autumn trees surrounding us, it created a somewhat eerie atmosphere. It didn't seem to get to my companion though, as she continued discussing the matter with her usual gusto.

"It wouldn't be the first time though. For some reason, the higher-ups have this creepy obsession with sending random mind-controlled dudes for correspondence. Once they even sent a nine years old girl just to tell me they had nothing new to say, can you believe that?! After I undid the spell on her I had to spend the entire day looking for the poor thing's parents." She paused for a moment before she gave me another puzzled look. "Speaking of dispelling, you still haven't told me how you did that."

I suppressed a twitch and turned it into a tired sigh instead. It was mostly just to gain a moment to think, but it didn't actually help, so I put on my best mysterious smile and answered, "We all have our little secrets, don't we?"

Angie nodded to herself like I just said something really profound, but then her brows knit again.

"Actually, now that you mention it... if it wasn't the higher-ups that sent you, then how did you know that I—?" Her face suddenly tensed and she looked around again, quickly spotting a deserted bench by a side path. "Let's continue this conversation over there. We are in the open."

I wanted to point out that we would be in the open even if we went there, but I wasn't entirely against the idea of sitting down, so I curtly nodded and we walked over to the bench without further ado.

Angie dusted the seat and sat down. I was about to do the same, but a small gust of wind made me reconsider. It wasn't too cold, but it was October already, and considering she only wore her school uniform with its short skirt, I was fairly certain she was feeling its bite more than I did. After a moment I shook my hand left and right to get Angie's attention.

"Hold my seat. I'm going to go and grab some warm drinks. I'll be right back."

I left in a hurry, though not before flashing her a reassuring smile. It's been a while, but I knew there was a vending machine not too far from where we stood. It wasn't the same one I used when I met up with Snowy, but this one was closer. Or so I thought at least, but then it turned out I couldn't get to it, as part of the park was closed down. According to the sign next to the cordon, the police were searching for some kind of large goat or ram, and once I finished reading it, I had to shake my head in disapproval. Just how dangerous a goat could be to warrant locking up half the place? Maybe if it was a mountain lion or a cassowary. I could understand that, but a goat of all things?

Anyways, I still managed to get the hot cocoa, even if I had to go the long way for it. On the plus side, at least I got some extra time to think, so it wasn't all bad. It didn't take a genius to figure out that my approach with Angie was the wrong one. I did get her to talk to me, but she was extremely on guard, and while I already learned some tidbits just from observation, I managed to accidentally get her to think I was involved with their magic masquerade as much as the others. That didn't bode well for my plan of asking about the basics, but all I could do was to grit my teeth and carry on for now.

I was so lost in my thoughts that at first I didn't even notice the light-show down the path, but by the time I got within a stone's throw to the place where I left Angie, I had to squint my eyes or risk going blind. The glow surrounding her was way more intense than when we walked, so much so that it took my eyes a while to adjust enough to make out her shape under the bright, if oddly colorless, light.

The first thing that struck me was how many of those translucent strands surrounded her. They weren't attached to anything though, but instead they slowly undulated around her like the tendrils of a giant jellyfish, slithering around (and sometimes through) trees and other obstacles as if licking them. It was a little creepy, to be honest.

Some of those strands were waving in my direction, and for obvious reasons that needed no stating, I didn't really want them to touch me. As such I carefully weaved around the tendrils while making sure I wouldn't spill our drinks, which was getting harder and harder the closer I got to her, but I was always up for a little challenge.

I was practically next to Angie by the time I realized that she was humming again, though at such a low volume I could barely make out the tune. I was more interested in the glow surrounding her though.

To my surprise (though to be perfectly honest, at this point I shouldn't have been surprised by something like this) I found that the main source of the light was a ring floating over her head. It was as insubstantial as the strings, and it was slowly rotating in a horizontal plane parallel with the crown of her head. No matter how I looked at it, it was a halo, and not the medieval artwork kind that looked like someone had a stage-light behind their head. No, it was a stereotypical, ring-shaped halo you would find floating over the head of a chubby cherub on a valentine's card. Speaking of cherubs, she also had a set of similarly insubstantial wings on her back, clipping through the backrest of the bench even in their folded state. It looked weird and yet strangely fitting at the same time, which was also weird. In other words, it was double-weird.

For the next five or so seconds I silently waited for her to realize I was beside her, but all I got for my trouble was nearly spilling my drink as I had to continually dodge the tendrils. I soon lost my patience and loudly cleared my throat. Her reaction was several magnitudes more extreme than I expected, as she jumped onto her feet with a loud shriek and waved her hands around like she had an entire swarm of bees surrounding her. It took her a couple of seconds before she realized it was only me, and then she began gaping at me in shock.

The silence between us seemed to last for hours, and it was positively deafening.

"Leo..." she finally uttered, her legs still shaking. "... you are freaking me out right now."

"Why? You don't like cocoa? I can get you an espresso if you want?" Her eyes told me, in no uncertain terms, that I should stop joking, so I dropped my shoulders in resignation. "Okay, okay. You are not in the mood, I get it. Sorry for startling you."

"It's not about that!" she denied, but I could still see her legs trembling a little, so I gestured towards the bench with my chin and she promptly sat down. I followed suit, but I could barely rest my backside before she spoke again. "How did you do that?"

"What exactly do you mean by ‘that'?" I asked innocently while sipping from my cup. "Ah, it's hot!"

"Leo, stop messing around and answer me seriously."

"If you mean how I got close to you without you noticing, it wasn't that hard. You were really caught up in your humming magic or whatever."

"The entire point of that ‘humming magic' was to alert me if someone came close!"

"Oh," I blurted out as realization dawned on me. So those strands were like tripwires, huh? I let out a thoughtful little grunt and turned to her with a small smile. "So that's what it was! You should work on it a bit more; it was pretty easy to dodge."

By the looks of it, she still thought I wasn't serious, for she let out an indignant huff and crossed her arms in front of her chest. She also gave me one of those glares of hers, the one that was probably supposed to look withering but it rather reminded me of a sulky puppy with a missing chew-toy.

"Whatever. You obviously don't want to answer me."

"I do, you are just being too tense. Here, have a drink and unwind a little."

She gave a doubtful glance at the second cup in my hand, but she accepted it all the same. She took a cautious sip and the scowl on her face slowly faded as the warmth spread through her. I waited for her to finish drinking before I got ready to clear things up, but I was beaten to the punch yet again.

"Leo," she spoke up in a soft voice that somehow made her words sound even more meaningful. "We are friends, aren't we?"

"I was led to believe so, yes."

She looked at me flatly and then proceeded to pinch my forearm. I was expecting it, and it didn't really hurt, so I only smiled at her in return.

"You can be such a jerk," she continued, pouting. "Please take this seriously."

"I do, I do. Sorry."

She took a deep breath and her voice became soft again.

"I want to believe we are friends, so please tell me... Whose side are you on?"

Now it was my turn to give her a flat look before I buried my forehead in my hand,

"Really? Is this really a stock question around these parts?"

"Stock question?"

"Yeah. Literally everyone asked me this! Some even verbatim! As in, literally literally, word for word!"

She fell silent for a second, thinking.

"By everyone, you mean... um, everyone?"

"You are being redundant, but yes."

"So... they thought you were associated with someone else?"

"Yep."

"But you are not?"

"Nope."

"And you weren't sent by the Celestial Intelligence Network either?"

"Obviously not."

"But the... who told you about me?"

"I figured it out on my own," I told her off-the-cuff, and she instantly paled and leaned closer for a whisper.

"How?!"

For a moment I was tempted to tell her ‘You know your name literally means divine angel, right?', but I digressed. They were probably unaware of the meaningful names floating around the same way they were ignoring any weird behavior from the placeholders, and I didn't want to break the illusion by pointing it out. Who knew what I could break by spreading meta-knowledge around?

I still had to give her an answer though, so I said, "Honestly, I just had a hunch. You only confirmed it a few minutes ago."

She looked me in the eye as if searching it for traces of deceit. I really hoped she didn't have the ability to detect half-truths. My worries were proven unfounded soon though, as she let out a relieved sigh so over-the-top I was afraid she would fall off the bench, but then a moment later she turned to me and began pummeling my shoulder with her fists. It was only for show, so it didn't actually hurt or anything, but it was sudden enough to make me instinctively reel back.

"Leo, you jerk! Do you have any idea how scared I was?! I thought my cover was compromised!"

"Calm down, calm down..." I gently grabbed hold of her wrists and made her stop hitting me. "It's not my fault you were jumping to conclusions."

"Maybe..." she relented with a look to the side before she returned her gaze to me. "But you still nearly blew my cover, so it's your fault all the same."

"Yet nothing happened, and you even got a free hot cocoa out of it."

"That's a good point," she nodded like I just said something insightful. I wanted to point out that it was a joke, but thought twice about it and ultimately I decided to let the topic drop.

"Whatever." I raised my cup to my mouth to finish it up, though the real reason was to gain a second to think.

The situation has successfully defused itself and Angie was back to normal. That was good. On the other hand, now she was completely convinced I was neck-deep in their little masquerade, so my original plans were out the window. Still, I could try gathering some info from her all the same.

"So, how long have you been undercover?"

"Undercover?"

"Yeah. You knew Josh since childhood, right? That means you've been placed pretty early."

She laughed awkwardly and avoided eye contact.

"That... was actually just a happy coincidence."

"Really?"

"Yeah! It's not like everything we do is part of some long-running nefarious plan, you know? Coincidences happen."

By ‘we' I presumed she meant Celestials as a whole.

"So you just accidentally happened to be the childhood friend of the guy around whom the entire universe revolves. That's some coincidence all right."

She avoided my eyes again and muttered, "I don't like it either."

"Yeah, I figured."

"It can't be helped though. The others must have caught wind of the prophecy."

I tried, I really did, but I still couldn't stifle the groan. She gave me a funny look, so I cleared my throat and spoke in my most diplomatic voice.

"Which one?"

"... There's more than one?"

"Apparently. What is yours?"

She looked dubious, but nevertheless, she told me, "Well, it's actually pretty simple. You know how the Deus sacrificed himself to seal away the Abyssals in the... well, Abyss?" I naturally had no idea, but I nodded anyway. "I always wondered if they were also called Abyssals before that... Anyways, that happened a long time ago. After that, we had this prophecy saying that the Deus would be reborn as a human and they would return to us one day."

"And that would be Josh?"

"... Maybe?" She said cautiously, but then she quickly added, "I mean, there are a couple other candidates, but Josh does seem to be in the center of attention. Maybe they know something we don't?"

I thought that was a rhetorical question, but the way she looked at me made me realize it was aimed at me. I pondered for a moment, and in the end I answered with a diplomatic, "I think it's a little more complicated than that."

I wasn't lying about that. Anyone with half a brain could see that Josh's position at the center of the attention was a contrived one. He was not only a harem-protagonist pursued by four girls, all of whom belonged to different supernatural races to boot, but he was also the focal point of at least two prophecies, and nothing said ‘contrived significance' like having a prophecy about someone. In fact, I wouldn't have been surprised if the other two girls and their people also had their own brand of prophecies. It was a little depressing, to be honest. I really wasn't a fan of anything that involved ‘prophecies' and ‘destinies' or any other plot devices that clobbered free will over its head, but I wasn't exactly in a position where I could do anything about it.

"Complicated, you say? So you do know something about it."

"Only a little," I responded while projecting false modesty. I had an image to keep up at this point, and if she was convinced I knew more than I did, then I had to act the part. "I'm gathering information for unrelated reasons, and sometimes I just stumble upon interesting things."

"You are brokering secrets?"

If her tone was any indication, she seemed totally flabbergasted by the idea. I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not (though I had a feeling it was the latter), so I took a deep breath and engaged in the traditional practice of freeform discussion derailment.

"I cannot confirm or deny such accusations... But now that you brought it up, just how long do you plan to keep your secret from the others? Wait, scratch that. The better question is; why do you keep it a secret in the first place?"

If her deadpan gaze was any indication, she might've been onto me, but she didn't call me out and only shook her head.

"Leo, you are aware of our reputation, right?" I probably hesitated too long (though to be fair, I really didn't know whether I should nod or shake my head at that), so she continued, "They would probably think I'm here as part of some centuries-old master plan or something. It would be... really awkward. Not to mention it could strain our friendship. I don't want either of those to happen."

"Are you actually here as a part of a centuries-old master plan?" I asked her at point-blank, and she froze up for a second.

"Um... no?"

"Then I don't see the problem. They are going to figure it out anyway sooner or later."

She twitched and glanced at me with a concerned expression.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well..." I hesitated again, but I figured I might as well just run with it. "First off, it probably wouldn't take them long to realize that Celestials are missing from the picture. We already have a Draconian, a Magi, and an Abyssal in the group after all. After they realize that, it wouldn't take long to add two and two together."

"That doesn't mean anything. There are no knights or nerds in our group either."

"Knights and nerds...?" I echoed her, but I quickly put the question aside and returned to the main conversation. "That's beside the point. Listen, what I'm trying to say is that it's not a secret you could, or indeed should keep for long under the current circumstances."

"What circumstances are we talking about?"

"You've heard about the battle yesterday, right?"

To my surprise, Angie tensed up like a piano wire and exclaimed, "Battle? When? Where?"

"You really don't know?" She shook her head, so I quickly elaborated. "Okay, this is what happened in a nutshell: the princess and Snowy had a disagreement that may or may not have been related to me. It escalated, and they took it into the purple zone."

"Purple what?"

"Restricted space, but don't sweat the small details. Anyhow, the important part is that they tried to duke it out between each other after getting all horny."

"That sounded really dirty."

"Yeah," I said while scratching my cheek. "I realized it by the time I said it. Anyways, I managed to stop them, but they could've gotten really hurt if I didn't intervene in time."

"That's good to hear, but how does that relate to me?"

I paused to collect my thoughts and purposefully lowered my voice.

"Listen, Angie. Tensions are high right now. Whether it comes to light during another crisis or whether you reveal it yourself under controlled conditions could make all the difference between another fight and a peaceful reconciliation. I don't think it needs saying, but I would prefer the latter, thank you very much."

"Wait, I don't follow. Why would there be a crisis in the future?" She paused here and her brows soon descended into a frown. "Do you know something the rest of us doesn't?" 

I raised an accusative eyebrow at the blatant change in the topic, but her eyes seemed earnest enough, so I let it slide. She let me get away with my topic switches, so this was only fair. Either way, I looked up and took a deep breath. How was I supposed to answer that?

"Put simply, the situation surrounding Josh has been developing at a ridiculous pace lately. As much as I'd hate it to happen, I think we reached the point where the current status quo is going to be shaken up. Hard."

That was a very diplomatic and non-meta way of saying that we reached the end of the preambles and it was time for the main act, and if my research into supernatural harem stories convinced me of anything (aside from them being a lot less entertaining when you were inside one of them) was that the first act inevitably ends with a bad guy showing up and threatening one or more people. I already had a couple of candidates for the role, and I planned to keep tabs on them, but that was beside the point.

Something was about to happen, and that something would involve Josh, the girls, and, by proxy, me. This reminded me of my current goal: I wasn't just collecting data on the supernatural out of intellectual curiosity, nor just to help me answer the big questions about the world. It all had a much, much more practical benefit: I needed to know so that I could effectively look after my friends when push comes to shove, which would inevitably happen, and rather sooner than later, I was afraid.

But back to the current conversation in progress. Angie once again looked me in the eye like she was looking for the truth on my retina.

"So... it's a hunch?"

"You could say that, yes."

"And you expect it would cause a conflict in our group?"

"With all of these prophecies and other friction points? If nobody does anything about it, I can practically guarantee it."

She paused, genuinely surprised by my direct answer.

"And you want to be the one to do something about it?"

"That's the plan," I told her with an expression I hoped was suitably solemn. "I don't have anything to do with your prophecies and whatnot, so I can act as a neutral party. I'm going to try my best to make sure nobody gets hurt and everyone stays friends, even if I have to work overtime."

"That's..." began, only to falter, then pause, and then she even started sniffing and rubbing her eyes. I was just about to ask her if everything was all right, but before I could open my mouth, she suddenly exclaimed, "That's so admirable!"

Her teary-eyed response was so unexpected that I couldn't help but send her a skeptical glance in return.

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"No!" she protested while rummaging through her bag to get a tissue. "I mean it! I knew you were a good guy, but I never realized you were so..." She blew her nose, and by the time she continued, the end of her sentence got lost.

"I'm really not," I protested, though I had to admit it felt nice to be praised every once in a while, even if the praise was wholly undeserved.

"Can I help?" The question took me aback for a moment, in good part because of its sudden ferocity. "I want everyone to keep getting along too! Please?"

I honestly didn't know how to answer that. Considering that a few minutes ago she was borderline paranoid about me, her sudden enthusiasm was downright jarring. That said, I had no real reason to doubt her sincerity, so after a little thinking, I gave her a tentative nod.

"Fine by me. First things first, you really need to tell them you are a Celestial."

Her enthusiasm wilted in fast-forward.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. I told you, I want to get rid of anything extraneous that could cause friction in the group."

Of course, there was always the main source of said friction, namely Josh, but I couldn't really do anything about him, now could I?

"But it would compromise my cover..."

"And I tell you that you don't really need it, but if you really insist, we can make them swear to keep it a secret. We can trust them with that much, can't we?"

"I suppose..."

She didn't sound entirely convinced, so I cleared my throat and moved on before she would lose whatever passion she still had for the idea.

"More importantly though, I could really use some information."

"What kind?" She immediately perked up, probably happy about leaving the topic of her ‘cover' behind. "Financial? Political?"

"I was... actually thinking about the basics first."

"The basics? How basic are we talking about?"

"Very basic." She looked at me doubtfully, but by then I had a perfectly reasonable explanation in store. "I am in a unique position where I can ask for info from all of you. I want to be able to cross-reference them, and I don't want to leave any stone unturned."

I admit, it was a pretty flimsy explanation, but I only came up with it a few minutes beforehand, so I decided to cut myself some slack. Angie seemed to be perfectly satisfied with it though, so maybe it wasn't as bad as I feared.

"That's pretty smart. For you."

"Hey!"

"Just kidding!" She snickered while she rummaged through her belongings and she handed me a small, dog-eared booklet. I must have looked at it funny, for she rolled her eyes in exaggeration and shook it in front of me. "This is my old field manual. I got it when I was ten, so it's a little worn out, but it has most of the basics in it."

"That's... convenient."

"Yeah, I suppose," She shrugged as she deposited the booklet in my hand. "Not as convenient as the website though."

I originally wanted to ask her why she was carrying around such blatantly incriminating evidence if she cared so much about her cover, but then her words finally registered with me, and I could barely keep my voice down.

"Wait, there is a site for that?!"

"Yeah."

"On the internet?"

"Technically it's in the 'deep web'. I don't know what that is, but you access it with a browser, so I suppose it is." She stared at me for a moment before a familiar, impish smile crept onto her face. "Why are you so shocked, Leo? It's the 21^st century, you know?"

I wasn't paying her much attention, but instead I hurriedly took my phone out and fired up the built-in browser.

"Can you send me a URL?" I blurted out, only to belatedly realize that Angie also had an old brick phone, so she couldn't have even if she wanted to. She didn't point out my gaffe though, but instead she flashed me a toothy smile.

"Sure! It's kinda long and weird and full of numbers, but..." She turned around again and descended elbow-deep into her bag. "I haven't been up there for years. It has articles about all the basics a newly initiated Celestial should know, but it is written so dryly and it's so convoluted that I only looked at it once and I never bothered after that. It's kind of like that sex ed site we had to check out when we were freshmen." She paused here, though without stopping her rummaging even for a moment. "Oh, right, you weren't with us back then. Did you have to go to a site like that?"

"I don't think we did," I answered without much thinking. "I can't even really remember the details."

Angie giggled with a knowing expression, probably reading something wholly unintended into my words, then she abruptly grinned at me and brandished a torn page from a textbook.

"I knew I still had it on me! Here!"

The page she handed to me contained only a single web address, and she wasn't kidding when she said it was long and full of numbers. It took me nearly a minute to manually enter it, and once I did it took several seconds for the page to load. When it did, I was welcomed by a very simple, white main page with Comic Sans lettering and a whole throng of male enhancement ads filling the sidebars. I gave the girl at my side a wry glance as she shrugged apologetically.

"Hey, you know we are not involved with human society on principle. We have to pay the server bills somehow."

I only shook my head at her excuses and returned to the screen. On the top of the site, there were a number of buttons with text so tiny they were barely readable, and the layout was so horrible any semi-competent web designer would've gotten a heart attack just from a glance, but it was functional enough. I tried poking at ‘News', but when I did so, the site gave me a pop-up window asking for login information

"Ah! I completely forgot about that!" Angie exclaimed as she theatrically hit her forehead with the heel of her palm. "You can only access the actual articles if they give you an account. Sorry, my bad."

"Don't worry about it," I told her reflexively, though I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed. "Is there no way to circumvent it?"

"I don't think so," she paused and then reluctantly said. "I can lend you my account if you really need it though. It was..."

She started mumbling at my side, probably trying to remember her password. I felt conflicted about that. I really didn't want to borrow something like that, since it could get her into trouble, but at the same time access to this site would've potentially made things soooooooo much easier for me. I glanced back at the screen and stared long and hard at the login prompt.

"Oh well, here goes nothing..." I whispered under my breath as I poked at the screen and entered ‘admin' for username and ‘password' for password, and... it didn't work. Oh well, I thought. I was about to abandon the attempt as a pointless whim, but then I decided that one more try wouldn't hurt anyone, so I tried ‘admin' and ‘12345', and...

"... You've got to be shitting me."

"What?" Angie looked startled by my language as she faced me again. I quickly put my phone away and tried to flash my innocentest innocent smile.

"Nothing, I was just talking to myself."

"Oh..." My smile probably wasn't as perfect as I hoped, for she looked at least a little bit suspicious, but she didn't pursue the topic, and instead she told me, "I can't remember my password, but my username is—"

"Wait!" I stopped her before she could say anything else. "I really don't want to impose on you any more than I already have."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly, one hundred percent fine with what I already have."

"If you say so..."

She sounded surprisingly dejected, and I needed a quick way to change the direction of the conversation, lest she would realize I accidentally hacked their secret webpage.

"Say, all these heavy topics made me hungry... Do you know any places nearby with good crêpes?"

"Crêpes?"

Saying that ‘she perked up by the mention of sweets' was an understatement bordering on ‘the ocean is a little wet' level.

"Yeah, I'm in the mood for some," I said with a wink. "Are you?"

"Is the sky blue?"

I was tempted to tell her that currently it was rather grey, but I refrained from doing so and instead returned her grin.

"I guess that is a yes."

"Of course it is a yes!" Saying so, she jumped to her feet, all of our previous seriousness evaporating in an instant, and gestured for me to follow. "I know the perfect place! It's only a couple of minutes on foot from here."

I stood up and followed after her, suddenly feeling like the owner of a really energetic puppy. I supposed I could indulge her for the rest of the day. Making my life infinitely easier with a single URL deserved at least that much in return.