@bungee-gum [closed]
Once again, Michiko sat at the booth of an artist. The idea had came to her earlier during breakfast. If she and Hatchin had both been dumped into this universe then there was a possibility Hiroshi had been too, right? Easily, she explained his features to the artist. His face was etched in her mind forever. She was handed the finished drawing shortly after. She held it up to inspect it.
Her expression full of doubt turned into one brimming with satisfaction. It was perfect. She ran her eyes over it, taking it all in. Just like the real thing. Although a drawing couldn't capture his charm, it was close enough. She finally unglued her eyes when the man impatiently cleared his throat. Quickly, she paid and thanked him and was on her way.
Now she stood in the middle of the walkway with a newfound determination. She gripped the drawing tightly, fearing that the wind would take it away. She began pulling aside people walking by. Most were unresponsive or jerked away their shoulder when she tapped it. It didn't take long before Michiko grew impatient and changed tactics. Passing by her was a man with bright hair that caught her eye. Without hesitation, she flung herself in front of him.
"Have you seen this man?" But as Michiko shoved the paper into his face, the gust of wind she feared came along, tearing the sheet from her hands and sending it flying off. She stood dumbfounded for several moments, registering what had happened, before sprinting after it.
"Hey! Do something!" She shouted back to the man.
