After dropping Wednesday back at Nevermore, Alex returned to the hotel — just in time to see Dean struggling to explain to Castiel what to do with the monster's blood and claw. But Castiel, being himself, had a hard time understanding what was being asked of him or how to even carry it out.
Seeing Alex return, Dean couldn't hold back and immediately asked for help — he was one step away from exploding, exhausted from trying to teach the angel the simplest things.
Alex had to take the lead, carefully explaining to the angel, who wasn't exactly friendly with either technology or logic, exactly what needed to be done. Meanwhile, the three of them were having this extremely tedious conversation, while Wednesday and Enid had already made themselves comfortable in the room, watching the mission recording in Bright Falls.
Fortunately for Alex, G.I.R. had done an excellent job: he had condensed the three-day recording into just a few hours, adding clear explanations and notes to prevent any unnecessary questions.
Enid sat on a chair, clutching a soft toy to her chest, her eyes fixed on the screen. Wednesday sat upright, almost like she was being interrogated, holding a notebook — writing down everything that seemed important so she could later ask Alex questions.
But both girls felt the same thing: it was as if they were watching a detective film with horror elements, and Alex was the main character of the entire story.
The recording started with Alex and Emmet's arrival in Bright Falls, with their brief but significant conversation and the subsequent search for Sheriff Breaker. Then came Saga Anderson and Alex Casey — whom Wednesday immediately recognized from Alan Wake's books.
The scene shifted — and everyone headed to the morgue to examine the body of the missing FBI agent Nightingale, who had vanished thirteen years ago.
When the footage moved to the morgue, Enid immediately looked away, not wanting to watch Alex examine the body. Wednesday, however, simply nodded in approval at every move Alex made — he worked like an experienced coroner: confidently, methodically, without unnecessary emotion.
Then events suddenly accelerated: a page from a book appeared in Nightingale's chest. Mentions of other pages found by the sheriff. And the sudden — impossible — disappearance of Sheriff Breaker himself.
The climax came when Agent Nightingale came to life, transformed into a Taken, and began killing people in the morgue.
Seeing the black mist streaming around his body, Wednesday tensed — she had already seen something similar around the monster she had encountered twice.
"Did he… turn into a zombie?" Enid asked, covering her eyes with her hands but still peeking through her fingers so she wouldn't miss anything.
"It's not a zombie. They're called the Taken. This FBI agent was possessed by something," Wednesday answered calmly, picking up the book Return.
"Ugh… that's horrible. He just came to life! And that sheriff disappeared… how can someone just vanish like that?!" Enid was genuinely shocked.
"Don't ask. I don't know myself," Wednesday replied, jotting down another question in her notebook about the sheriff's fate.
The more the girls watched, the more amazed they were at what was happening in the recording. Even Wednesday, with her usually stone-cold expression, raised an eyebrow a few times unconsciously.
She finally understood what Alex had meant when he said that time in Bright Falls was "a complicated thing." It became especially apparent when Alex suddenly found himself in an empty, dark forest — in the Fold. The way he moved from one Fold to another looked strange even to her.
Even Alex's encounter with Alan Wake in the Dark Place came as a surprise to Wednesday. That's when she realized Alex hadn't exaggerated: Alan really had been trapped there for thirteen years.
The first fight between Alex and Scratch in Alan's apartment drew an excited squeal from Enid — she loved kung fu and was now convinced that Alex knew it too.
Wednesday, on the other hand, analyzed his movements, assessing what else Alex was capable of.
When Alex and Alan Wake finally emerged from the Dark Place, everything fell into place.
"How is this even possible? He went into that strange place in the evening and came out in the morning! And Alex said he was there for only forty minutes! Is that even real?" Enid asked in amazement.
"I'm curious myself. Considering all the places he visited, it couldn't have taken him more than an hour," Wednesday replied calmly.
"But he fought that evil double so amazingly! And then — bam! — he threw him out the window. And he even shouted like a typical villain: 'I'll be back!'" Enid said, her wide, shining smile reflecting her excitement.
Wednesday simply nodded briefly at Enid's words — denying that Alex had indeed fought brilliantly would have been pointless. The girls continued watching, and soon they were able to get answers to many questions: what the Dark Place was, what happened to time, and why everything around seemed so distorted.
Enid, of course, didn't understand any of Alex's explanations, while Wednesday caught everything down to the smallest details and even crossed out several questions in her notebook that she had planned to ask Alex. By the way, she simultaneously flipped through the pages of Return, cross-referencing the events.
Scanning the lines of the book, Wednesday realized that the main character was supposed to be Saga Anderson. But the intervention of Alex and Emmet completely disrupted the flow of the story — Saga was no longer influenced by the narrative. Wednesday finally understood why Alex had said that the books Departure and Return held far more significance than she had assumed.
When everything reached the grand finale — the battle at Caldron Lake — Enid practically bounced on the spot with excitement, watching how awesome Alex looked as he sang while the fight raged around him. The climax culminated in Alan Wake's rescue and the moment when Alex and the real Alan surfaced in the lake under the rays of the rising sun.
Wednesday received many answers, though some questions still remained. Enid, meanwhile, was overwhelmed with impressions — enough emotions to last for weeks of discussion. The girls saw so many sides of Alex that they barely had time to process everything they had witnessed.
Enid immediately started messaging Alex, sharing her excitement and impressions, even though it was already past midnight. Wednesday, however, sat at her desk, continuing to take notes in her journal. She circled the words "Dark Entity," "Taken," "Fold," and everything she had learned from Alex's mission recording. She had gained far more than she had expected and now understood how to fight such creatures — using light.
Thus ended the day for the two girls: Wednesday continued recording what she had seen, and Enid chatted with Alex without stopping.
The next day arrived — Saturday, the day of the Raven Ball.
Upon waking, Alex and Dean followed their usual morning routine: got ready and went for breakfast. But because they had overindulged in alcohol the previous day, Dean didn't wake up until noon, suffering from a terrible hangover. Alex, on the other hand, felt excellent — he simply couldn't get drunk; alcohol had no effect on him.
They decided to go to the "Weather Vane" café to grab some coffee and a pastry. After the first sip, life began to return to Dean's eyes, and he quickly pulled himself together — the worst of the hangover was fading. Meanwhile, Alex scrolled through the news, checking if anything serious had happened anywhere while he was busy with his current work.
"Dean, are you sure it's a good idea to go into the forest alone to watch the cave?" Alex asked, sipping his coffee and continuing to scroll through his feed.
"And what do you suggest? Wait until you've finished dancing at your school ball so we can go together? No, man. Go have fun. You don't get a chance to attend a school dance every day. And there's only one monster. If it shows up, I'll just take it down — that's it. I don't need anyone else's help to kill a single monster," Dean replied calmly, biting into a donut with a smug grin.
"Alright… Just don't you dare die at the hands of some pathetic monster. Again. I'm not going to have to find your dead ass and bring it back," Alex said, resting his cheek on his fist.
Dean just smirked and gave a thumbs-up, implying he could handle it without any problem. Alex sighed and shook his head.
Distracted, he noticed Tyler looking in their direction. Seeing Alex's gaze, Tyler immediately looked away and returned to his work.
Alex was certain that Tyler had heard everything and would soon tell Laurel Gates that Dean was planning to watch the cave. He didn't know how unhinged Laurel could become under the influence of Darkness, or whether she would risk attacking a federal agent. But for some reason, he had a feeling she was exactly that crazy — and would stop at nothing to get her job done.
Alex understood that Dean could easily kill Tyler once he transformed into Hyde, even if the Darkness empowered him. With his new strength, Dean would have enough power to fight such creatures on equal terms — unless something unexpected happened.
Watching Tyler, Alex thought that saving him was impossible… unless they could separate Hyde's entity from Tyler himself. But he saw no reason for that: Tyler fully understood what he was doing when he became Hyde and thoroughly enjoyed every kill.
After finishing their coffee, Alex and Dean decided to head back to the hotel. Upon entering their floor and stepping into the room, Alex immediately noticed a letter lying on the floor. Picking it up and glancing over it, he instantly knew who the author was. Thing had tried to make the letter look like it was from Wednesday, claiming she wanted to go to the Raven Ball with him.
Dean also looked at the contents and gave a skeptical chuckle. The text was so sweet and saccharine that no sane person would believe it was Wednesday's handwriting.
Alex, of course, knew perfectly well that it was Thing, but he was genuinely happy that he could invite Wednesday. Setting the letter aside, he immediately messaged Enid to tell her about it. Being a true bundle of pink enthusiasm, she wholeheartedly supported the idea. She was not at all embarrassed that they would have to go to the dance together — with only one date.
Alex messaged Enid first because he had invited her first, and it was important for him to get her consent — he didn't want to upset her accidentally. After explaining his plan, he asked Enid not to tell Wednesday, so as not to scare her off. Enid agreed easily and promised to keep it a secret.
Finishing the messages, Alex checked the time: the Raven Ball started at seven in the evening, and he still had plenty of hours to get ready and choose decent clothes. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a phone call. Dean was the one being called.
The phone vibrated, and Dean picked up.
"Hold on, Sammy, just a sec. I'm putting you on speaker," he said, setting the phone on the table.
"Hey, Sam. What happened over there?" Alex asked once the speaker was on.
"Since you're busy in Jericho right now, we took on another case," Sam reported calmly.
"Sammy, what case?" Dean raised a brow.
"Six families have been killed. And in each family, one child is missing. All we found is… this symbol. Alex, do you know what it is?" Lucina's voice came through the speaker.
At that moment, a message arrived on Alex's phone. He arched a brow and opened the attached photo. Dean stood up and leaned closer.
On the screen, they saw a strange symbol: an elongated angular face with huge curved horns; instead of eyes — two deep black hollows, as if shadow was dripping from them; the nose and mouth merged into a sharp wedge-shaped line; on the sides — two symmetrical claw-like protrusions. The drawing covered an entire wall and was painted in blood.
Alex recognized the symbol immediately. Finding traces of that entity in this universe no longer surprised him.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and exhaled heavily — a gesture Dean didn't miss.
"Let me guess… you've seen this before," Dean said.
"And what is this symbol? Some curse or something worse?" Alice asked.
"You're right. Something worse," Alex replied.
"And which creature does it belong to?" Sam asked.
"It's the mark of a dark entity called Bughuul. In ancient times, he was worshipped in Mesopotamia and Canaan as a protector of children. Later he became a devourer of souls. He was mentioned in ancient texts connected to Abrahamic religions," Alex explained.
"And how do we find and kill this Bughuul?" Samantha asked, tension clear in her voice.
"Bughuul can't physically kill people. He exists in another dimension — between dream and waking. To influence people, he needs to enter their field of attention. As soon as someone sees his image, Bughuul gains access to that family and chooses the future victim — a child. That's why one child always disappears…" Alex continued.
"So how do we deal with a monster that doesn't actually do anything directly?" Sam asked, clearly irritated.
"Find the medium through which Bughuul manifests himself, and destroy all carriers — any images, recordings, photos, drawings. Destroy everything. The second option is a ritual. It pulls Bughuul into the real world, where his power is minimal. Then he can be sealed or destroyed with a consecrated blade. I'll send you all the materials where he's mentioned. I'm sure you'll find more options," Alex said, starting to send the Men of Letters archives.
"We've received the files. Talk later, mwah," Alice said before ending the call.
Once the call ended, Alex simply shook his head. He was certain Sam, Lucina, Alice, and Samantha would handle Bughuul without much difficulty. Dean, however, was far more interested in what Bughuul actually was — and what he was capable of.
But instead of giving explanations, Alex simply handed him the archival records, letting him figure it out on his own. Meanwhile, he focused on removing all possible Bughuul-related images from the internet. Alex knew all too well: as long as even a single trace of this entity existed, it would never truly disappear.
Time was relentlessly approaching the start of the Raven Ball. Alex still couldn't decide what to wear, so he ended up putting on the first thing that came to mind — the Demon Slayer Corps uniform and his black haori with red spider lilies.
Dean watched with interest as Alex dressed in the Japanese outfit, always wondering what else his bottomless inventory might be hiding.
"Are you sure that's appropriate for a school dance?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What's wrong with it? Taishō-era clothing. And I think it looks pretty decent with the haori," Alex replied, turning slightly to show it off.
"You know… fine, never mind. It suits you. Let's go, I'll drive you to the ball. Damn, I feel like a dad taking his son to his first school dance. I'm so proud of you, kiddo," Dean said, theatrically brushing away an imaginary tear.
"Go to hell, Chum. Or do you want me to hit you with a stick?" Alex muttered.
Dean just laughed, clearly daring Alex to try.
Shaking his head, Alex pulled a katana case from his inventory and placed the blade inside — just in case. Dean wanted to comment on the idea of bringing a katana to a school dance, but wisely stayed silent: in their line of work, it's best to be prepared for anything.
Slinging the case over his shoulder, Alex followed Dean to the car. In the Impala, he stared silently out the window — a premonition of trouble growing stronger with every minute. The closer they got to Nevermore, the more it became clear that the evening would be far from ordinary.
Dean stopped the car at the entrance.
"Alright, listen: don't drink too much, don't fight anyone. But if someone's rude — you can punch them. I'll pick you up at eleven. And yeah, don't forget to have fun, kiddo," he instructed, like a true father.
"One more word and I'll kick your ass," Alex growled.
"Of course, of course, kiddo. Dad's off to kill more monsters. Don't get bored!" Dean said with a self-satisfied grin and pressed the gas pedal.
Watching the Impala drive away, Alex ground his teeth in annoyance.
Adjusting the strap of his case, he pulled a cigarette from his sleeve and lit it. Music from the ball could already be heard at the gates of Nevermore. Finishing the cigarette quickly, Alex headed toward Ophelia Hall dormitory, where he had promised to meet Enid.
He walked at a steady pace, hands tucked into his haori sleeves, observing students in white converging on the hall. Against their light-colored outfits, his black-and-red attire stood out sharply.
As he neared the dorm, Alex spotted Enid. She was waiting for him in a light pink sweater, a knee-length skirt, white tights, and a pink wig. Seeing Alex, her eyes practically widened in admiration.
He barely had time to greet her before Enid pulled him into a tight hug.
"You look so cool! What's this outfit?" she asked, stepping back to get a better look.
"Traditional Japanese clothing from the Taishō era. I didn't know what to wear, so I went with this. How's it look?" Alex asked, turning slightly to show her the details.
"Awesome! And this… uh… jacket? What's it called?" Enid asked, pointing at the haori.
"Haori. And these are my favorite flowers," Alex smiled.
"Black and red really suit you. Okay, let's go get Wednesday, she's probably halfway to spying on the monster's nest already," Enid whispered conspiratorially.
Alex nodded understandingly and offered his arm to Enid, letting her take it. Seeing the gesture, Enid smiled contentedly and, without a word, leaned against him. As they entered the dormitory, she began explaining to Alex where everything was, and he listened with a light, calm smile, climbing the stairs.
Meanwhile, Wednesday was busy with her own plans — she was preparing for a nighttime trek into the forest to monitor the monster's lair. Thing, sitting on the table and watching her, was crossing all his fingers, silently praying that Alex would arrive before Wednesday left. After checking the contents of her backpack and confirming that everything she needed was in place, she was ready to leave — when she heard a knock at the door.
"I'm coming, Eugene," Wednesday said, grabbing her backpack.
She opened the door — and froze.
On the threshold stood Alex, dressed in a sharp black uniform and wearing a gentle smile. His outfit looked so striking and unusual that Wednesday was momentarily taken aback. Peering from behind the railing, Enid watched the scene unfold. She wasn't angry that Alex had come for Wednesday — on the contrary, she was pleased that he had decided to invite her friend.
"Alex? What are you doing here?" Wednesday asked, clearly surprised.
"I got your letter," Alex said, pulling a white envelope from his haori sleeve. "Honestly, it was so sweet that I even thought: maybe you've been kidnapped and encrypted a message? Or…" He gave a slight smile. "…maybe it was Thing who slipped the letter under my door."
"Probably," Wednesday muttered through gritted teeth. Thing on the table tried to slink away unnoticed.
"I didn't know if you wanted to go to the ball… but I decided to come anyway. And I'd be happy if you went with me," Alex said, still smiling.
"I… I'd like that too," Wednesday replied, not even realizing she'd spoken aloud.
"Do you need to change? Or are you going in this?" Alex glanced at her leather jacket. "Honestly, I don't mind. It looks good on you."
Comparing her practical outfit with Alex's appearance, Wednesday made a quick decision. She slammed the door shut right in front of his face, and Alex immediately heard her scolding Thing for his self-initiative.
Alex turned to Enid and gave her a thumbs-up. She beamed widely and bounced with joy. They decided to wait for Wednesday in the hall.
Once downstairs, Enid began asking questions again — this time about Alex's mission in Bright Falls. Alex answered calmly, though most of her questions seemed strangely focused on how he fights and whether he really knew kung fu.
During their conversation, he noticed Enid studying him thoughtfully, as if evaluating every detail of his appearance. Alex tilted his head, unsure what she was thinking.
"Something's missing from your outfit…" she murmured, scanning him from head to toe.
"And what's that?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Lean over," Enid said with a mischievous smile.
Alex shrugged and bent low enough so that Enid didn't have to jump to reach his head. As soon as he leaned down, Enid slid her fingers into his hair and began carefully combing it back.
Within moments, she had created a new hairstyle for him — the very same one she had seen when she first met him. Now Alex's hair was casually swept back, with two unruly strands falling over his temples, which, in Enid's opinion, made him even cooler.
"There, now it's perfect. Let the girls envy how awesome my pair is," Enid said with a triumphant smile.
Alex simply gave a warm smile at her enthusiasm. He didn't need to say anything — seeing Enid happy was more than enough.
A few minutes later, Wednesday appeared. She was already dressed in a stunning black dress. Alex and Enid turned to look at her. As usual, Wednesday's face showed no emotion.
Alex was genuinely impressed by how well she looked in that dress, and Enid's eyes lit up at the sight of her friend. Enid immediately went over to Wednesday and began circling around her, admiring her choice of outfit.
Wednesday knew that Alex had invited Enid to the dance. She also remembered Alex saying about himself: he was a possessive guy and valued his relationship with Enid just as much as the one with her. For some reason, this didn't irritate her at all as she watched his reaction and how he assessed her dress.
"In that dress, you look…" Alex began with a slight smile.
"Unrecognizable? Funny. A classic example of how men give compliments by objectifying women for their own purposes," Wednesday replied calmly.
"Wednesday, your dress is really amazing. Just super cool!" Enid said with a wide smile.
"Enid's right. You look beautiful," Alex added. "So, my ladies, allow me to escort you to the ball," he said, bowing slightly and extending his arms toward both girls.
"Don't act like a gentleman when you invited two girls to the same dance and still expect not to get stabbed," Wednesday said evenly, looking at his outstretched hand.
Alex coughed awkwardly — he truly had no excuses. Enid quietly laughed, took his hand, and linked her arm with his, beaming with happiness. Wednesday looked at Alex's hand, sighed heavily as if being forced to attend, but still took his arm.
So Alex found himself between them: on one side — kind and radiant Enid, and on the other — cold and grim Wednesday. The contrast was so striking that it looked both amusing and impressive.
They were about to leave when Eugene appeared, fully geared up as if ready for a trek. Seeing him, Wednesday immediately remembered her night plans — and a twinge of guilt pricked her.
"Wednesday?.." Eugene asked quietly, noticing her outfit and how she held Alex's arm, just like Enid.
"Eugene," she replied calmly.
"What's going on? We were supposed to set up an ambush at the cave… I see. I get it. Then I'll check the forest myself," he said, glancing at Wednesday, then Alex, then Enid.
"You shouldn't go alone. Did you forget what happened yesterday? It's too dangerous," Wednesday tried to stop him. "We'll check everything tomorrow. Together. Got it?"
"Chum… for heaven's sake, don't even think about going there. Don't do anything stupid, or I'll kick your ass. You hear me?" Alex said sternly, looking Eugene straight in the eyes.
"Yes, Eugene," Enid added. "Don't go alone. Better come with us to the ball."
Alex, Enid, and Wednesday all stared at Eugene with expressive looks, making it clear that going alone was a crazy idea. Under such pressure, he simply nodded, showing he wasn't going anywhere. But he also politely declined Enid's invitation to go with them to the ball.
Seeing that he had firmly made up his mind, Wednesday nodded at him sharply, as if sealing her verdict.
Alex knew that, besides the monster in the forest, no one else would appear, and Eugene wouldn't be in the same danger as in the original timeline — after all, Dean was lying in ambush near the cave. But even knowing this, he still wanted to eliminate the slightest chance of Eugene getting hurt. After saying their goodbyes, Alex, Enid, and Wednesday headed toward the hall where the dance was taking place.
No sooner had they left than Eugene cast a quick glance over his shoulder — then immediately set off toward the forest. His decision was final: he was determined to watch the monster's nest at any cost, without any idea of where it might lead or how it would end.
Meanwhile, Alex, Wednesday, and Enid had already entered the hall. From the threshold, Alex heard the music — clearly not to his taste. Everything around was in cold shades of white: the hall sparkled as if covered in snow and ice. Alex had expected a "Yeti" theme, but even he thought the amount of white was excessive.
The trio's entrance immediately drew attention: the two girls were holding Alex's arms, and the contrast of their outfits was striking — Wednesday in black, Enid in light colors, and Alex between them, almost linking their opposites.
"This is amazing!" Enid exclaimed, gripping his arm tighter.
"Too noisy," Wednesday remarked calmly, not letting go.
"I would've preferred different music. Not really my thing," Alex frowned.
"Do you want to sing?" Enid perked up immediately. "Just say the word! I'll do everything to get you a stage! When I heard you sing yesterday… Words can't describe it!"
Wednesday also looked at him. Her face showed no emotion as usual, but her gaze made it clear — she was interested too. The song Alex had sung in Bright Falls had left a strong impression on her.
Alex thought for a moment and nodded: if they gave him the chance to sing, he didn't mind, as long as he didn't get in anyone's way. Enid lit up with joy and pulled Alex along, not forgetting to take Wednesday with them.
They approached the drinks table. While the girls chose their glasses, Alex scanned the hall and spotted Larrisa Weems. He nodded politely to her — Weems responded with the same calm but warm smile. Nearby, Marilyn Thornhill was watching the students like a vigilant teacher.
"Would you like some Yetitini?" Enid asked, holding out the glasses.
"Let's hope no one spiked it… This bubbling trust doesn't inspire confidence," Alex said, cautiously taking a drink.
"It's non-alcoholic. Supposedly. Unless someone managed to sneak in alcohol again, like last year. That ended in disaster," Enid muttered.
"Why such a strange theme for the dance?" Wednesday asked, bringing the glass to her nose before taking a sip.
"Miss Thornhill organized the dance. She decided to combine a climate and extinct species theme," Enid explained.
"I didn't think Yetis went to Nevermore," Wednesday remarked dryly.
"They don't anymore. They went extinct in the fifties," Enid said.
"They weren't extinct — they were exterminated. That's different," Alex said calmly, discreetly adding a bit of alcohol to his drink.
Enid and Wednesday exchanged glances after Alex's words. Seeing their interest, Alex handed his glass to Wednesday, pulled his phone from his pocket, and opened the archived file on Yetis. Wednesday quickly skimmed the document and immediately understood what he meant. Enid, on the other hand, looked slightly embarrassed.
Alex briefly explained why it had happened and the reasoning behind it. In the end, it all came down to the fact that the order to which Alex and Dean belonged recognized Yetis as dangerous monsters that needed to be eliminated.
Alex continued to smile, casually chatting with Enid and Wednesday. Enid even bounced slightly with excitement next to him, not letting go of his hand, while Wednesday stood calmly, yet close enough. Naturally, Alex noticed Xavier's expression — the boy looked like a lost puppy, and next to him, Bianca was once again irritated by his behavior. Alex couldn't understand why she still clung to Xavier when he pushed her away every time Wednesday appeared in view.
Noticing her friends, Enid let go of Alex's hand and dashed to them — either to chat or to show off. Alex and Wednesday were left alone.
"I didn't expect the school dance to be so lively," Alex said, swaying slightly to the music.
"And what did you expect from these kinds of events?" Wednesday asked, looking up at him.
"Nothing special. Hard to compare if you've never been to one," Alex said with a slight smile.
"And… how is it? Do you like it?" Wednesday asked, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Hard to say… But as long as you and Enid are around, I'm not bored," he replied with a gentle smile.
Wednesday gazed into his eyes — and saw only honesty. That was enough for her. She silently took Alex's arm and continued watching the dancing teenagers. As Alex had said, being next to him made everything around seem far less dull.
A few moments later, Enid returned — radiant and energetic — grabbed Alex by the arm, and tried to drag him onto the dance floor. Wednesday, however, refused, letting go of his arm and allowing Enid to pull him along.
As soon as Alex disappeared from view, Xavier jumped up to Wednesday — clearly wanting to discuss his conversation with Alex. Wednesday was genuinely curious about what Alex had said, as she had only caught the frightened expression on Xavier's face and hadn't heard a word.
Meanwhile, Alex was already on the dance floor, dancing with Enid. He hadn't expected that his ability to mimic everything he had ever seen would come in handy… for dancing. But he was glad it did — otherwise, he would have been moving like a robot with squeaky joints. And seeing Enid's genuine smile as she twirled beside him, he knew it was enough to call the moment a success.
Although his opinion that the DJ really should have changed the playlist hadn't changed one bit.
To be continued…
(I really had to show this moment of Wednesday and Enid watching Alex work, so they could better understand him and what he's capable of. This will also become the impetus for some future things. I won't say which ones yet, but believe me, it's important. As for the ball, I certainly thought about describing the dancing, but I move like a crippled robot. I can't even stand properly, let alone dance. I'll try to show some things in the next chapter that I've been planning since the beginning of the Wednesday mini-arc. Eh, wish me luck so I can do it. Kira-Kira, packune. The Moon Prism no longer gives me power.)
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