So, even at times like this, I have to be everyone's hope.

[Lion's presence has been scarce since the events on Valentine's Day ended. The fact that Mayfield has messed with Lion's memories twice now hasn't sat well with him at all. He's been continuing with teaching at the high school, but afterwards he always goes straight home and doesn't really talk to anyone.

Today Lion is feeling better, though, since he got something in the mail: a badminton racket. It's a poor apology for what the town did, Lion thinks, but at least it's nice to get something in return for all this madness. If anyone's passing by 773 Bunker Street, Lion can be seen sitting on the porch, twirling the racket absent-mindedly.

Later, Lion goes to the phone.]

I hope everyone's recovered from went on at Valentine's Day. I'm sure those memories of forbidden affairs the town gave us were fake, so I urge everyone to not let them trouble you. They're just trying to mess with our heads.

[A pause.] Ah, also...would anyone be up for a game of badminton sometime? I've just regained a racket, and it's been a while since I've played. Perhaps I could set something up at the high school, and I can check if they have enough equipment.