N-new Yorku?! «Ah Dojima-sama is going to kill me… And how did I get here!?»
> Well at least it made sense. Inaba never had anything that big. Junes would probably fit in that… home? Who ever needed that much space? You look to it and rub the back of your head. How the hell were you going to get home? Maybe you should call Wright-sama. He would know how to help. Right? He lived in the US. Right?
« Ahhhh… This is b-bad. This is r-really bad…»
“Not sure how you got here, huh? You must’ve had a heck of a drink and or hangover to not remember how you’ve gotten from Japan to America…"