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“I see… yes this rail is cracked pretty bad alright," Four said. "The whole door’s going to have to come off and you’ll have to bring the rail to the shop for us to repair it.”
“I was afraid of that,” Malon said. “Well, wait a moment while I go find my husband and we can figure out how long it’ll take to get the door off and get you an estimate of when we can deliver the rail to you.”
“Sounds good,” Four climbed down off the ladder and dusted his hands off on his pants. He pulled his water bottle out of his toolbag and took a drink.
“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to take the door completely off,” Malon started as she folded up the ladder and carried it back to it’s spot on the wall. “We just got a new barn cat and she’s still getting used to her her new home and isn’t allowed to come and go freely yet. I suppose that we could—”
“Miss Malon?” Twilight appeared in the doorway of the barn. “Oh good! I need—”
Four spewed his water into the hay, startling both Malon and Twilight.
“TWILIGHT!!!” He cried.
“WHOAH! Four!” Twilight shouted in stunned surprise.
Last Four heard, his cousin Twilight had gone missing from his home in Ordon province—foul play was suspected. That was nearly ten months ago. It had been so long since anyone had seen or heard anything about him that Four figured Twilight was probably dead.
“What are you doing here??” They both asked at the same time.