The music box (S1 Ep.16-5)

I kept my eyes closed until the music ended. Wanted to give facial traits to the figure that appeared. Saw the moment, in my mind, over and over again, but I couldn't see him clearly.

With the silence, I opened my eyes. I looked at the clock, the afternoon was almost over and I did nothing that I had planned. Looking at the box I realized it was the same I asked mother to keep in the drawer. - "This is the little box that Joan left here? I could swear that was stored!" – I turned once again its crank to listen to the melody. Made me so serene ... To its sound, the concerns of my mind disappeared.

With the last note, I took a deep breath and got up from the bed. I grabbed the diary and went to the desk. In it, described all the emotions I felt with the discoveries I just had made. He is without a doubt my most trusted friend, my reflection. Like it, I’ll be faithful in all my reports. Only it will be able to show me the truth when everybody else around will be too focused on not hurting me. To me, this argument is merely an excuse. There's nothing worth a friendship. However, and in spite of my convictions in this regard, I needed to talk to Joan. I would try to do it with an open mind, to understand her motives, to try to understand why she would do this.

The night had come too fast. Before the day came to an end wanted to talk to Charlie, I needed his computer experience to advise me. The girls would be here tomorrow and I had not the plans ready to show them. I spent the day engaged by the imaginary. Tomorrow would have an opportunity to talk to Joan, but I thought it probably would not be the right time. Here we wouldn't have any privacy and ... I have to figure out a way to protect myself, to protect my mind. Something serious is going on. Joan has the gift of magic. Mikhael, Elizabeth, Francis ... Three people about which I wrote and I didn't have any memories of them. - "There's something I'm not seeing. I'm as normal as I can be. I have no magic ... Is this the reason that led her to make me forget about them? I would keep their secret. Joan knows me, she knows it! Why would she play with my mind?!"

I closed the diary and kept it in the drawer of the desk. And then I had an idea. Joan knows I keep my diary on my preferred pillow. She knows that I trust it my dreams, desires, purposes. I was afraid to confront her she would come for it. For showing me what she was trying to hide. Would do a copy and keep it in the office downstairs.

Leaving my bedroom I went to Charlie’s.

Rose: Charlie! May I?

Charlie: Come on in, Rose.

Rose: I need your help.

Charlie: What's going on?

Rose: I wanted to make a visual concert of the FairyTailors so that they can parade. Do you think it's possible?

Charlie: You want holograms, is that it?!

Rose: That's right. Can you help me?

Charlie: Well, it's not impossible. The lab has equipment for it, but it's too expensive, I don't know if they rent it. And it is necessary to take into account the seating arrangements because holography only has its intended effects thru certain angles.

Rose: If I am able to rent the material you think you can mount a show of ... Let's say forty minutes? More or less. And segmented in phases?

Charlie: Let me talk to the guys before I give you a concrete answer, okay? In the meantime, bring me the plans of what you want, I will see what I can do.

Rose: Okay, Charlie! Thank you.