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The city of Townsville didn't seem like itself today. The muted whisper of autumn wind slipped between the skyscrapers and rattled the doors of the shops. Mothers hurried down the streets, holding tightly to their children's hands and gripping their scarves tight around their necks. The fragrance of burning leaves drifted from the edge of town as the sun climbed behind its curtain of gray sky. Summer had fulfilled its fickle promise, slipping away before anybody had even taken the time to relish it, and fall was closing in, blanketing the world in its silent embrace. Nobody even noticed when one of Townsville's greatest heroes trudged down

"Wake up!" "What?" Finn sat up, rubbing his head and glaring. Junko pulled his thumb out of his mouth and yawned. "We have to find Piper." The marksman rolled his eyes. "Aerrow, look. She said she'd be back as soon as she found crystals and refueled." "Exactly. And it doesn't take two days to do that." "Maybe she couldn't find any crystals." Radarr trotted down the hall and leapt onto the knight's shoulder. "In that case, we should go get her. And why hasn't she contacted us since then?" "Hey," said Junko. "How come Piper's always the one who goes missing?" Ignoring the wallop, the redhead continued. "The point is that we're going out