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    "Huh?!" Ayeka turned to the radio.
    "You heard it, too?" Ryoko asked.
    "Of course I heard it." Ayeka clipped. "But how would a radio station
disc jockey know about the Galaxy Police or the House of Jurai."
    "I don't think it *is* a disc jockey." Ryoko told Ayeka. "I think our
radio is possessed."
    "WHAT?!!"
    "Calm down." Ryoko told her. "Its probably nothing to worry about."
    "The last time we had a monster loose in the house we spent all day
repairing the damage!" Ayeka pointed out. "We don't have time to chase one
now. We have to find Sasami."

    That spike again. A little longer this time. A little clearer. And
this time, Washuu noticed another factor, a spike in Ryoko's brainwave
pattern, as if the source was one familiar to her.
    "Hmmmm." Washuu decided to ask her daughter about it.

    Ayeka was cowering from the radio as if it were possessed while Ryoko
was making eerie sounds and walking toward her with it.
    "Ryoko!"
    Ryoko nearly dropped the radio, but made a mad scramble and caught it.
    "Whew!" She said, aloud. "That's Tenchi's favorite radio. Can't let it
get broken."
    But there was another reason...

                        * * * * *

    Sasami sat in a rather nice room looking rather lonely. There was a
small basin nearby, filled with water to wash her face in. She went to it
and looked in, seeing the comforting reflection of Tsunami looking back up
at her. But it was *only* a reflection. The spirit that was Tsunami could
not reach her here.

    "You needn't worry, young one." Lady Tokimi told her. "Your friend,
Washuu, will come soon enough."

                        * * * * *


    The little radio looked out of place hooked up to Washuu's gadgets.
    "Now, let's see if we...."

    <*I don't why all of you came to this era....*>

    "Ah ha!" Washuu exclaimed in triumph. She narrowed down the signal and
waited.

    <*The Space-pirate Ryoko, I presume, serious offender, case #80812029,
    if I'm not mistaken.*...<<pause>>...*hmph, you seem to be getting along
    well with those detectives first class...>

    Ryoko listened as it went on. It was the conversation she'd had with
the Galaxy Police Operative the night before he had died... well, his
half of it at any rate. But why?

    "Why is this happening?" Ryoko asked, aloud.
    "Who is that?" Tenchi asked.
    "A Galaxy Police Operative." Ryoko replied. "Strange creature that was."
    "Creature?" Tenchi thought. "Not a rat of some kind?"
    "Yes," Ryoko replied. "Why? Did you see him?"
    Tenchi remembered the incident at Tokyo Tower. "Yes. Part of him anyhow.
Kain killed him at Tokyo Tower."
    "Aha!" Washuu cried out triumphantly, snapping her fingers. "That's it!
When he died at Tokyo Tower, obviously he wasn't finished his work here, so
he tried to remain. He must've used the soundwaves at the Tower as an anchor.
    "So he's been there all this time?" Ayeka asked.
    "Most definitely." Washuu nodded.
    "Then why are we only hearing him now?"
    "Lady Tokimi's proximity must've affected the soundwaves." Washuu
concluded. "Her transdimensional energy must be the key. As long as she's
where she is now, we should be able to reach him."
    "Miss Washuu." Ayeka reminded her. "Shouldn't you be trying to rescue
Sasami?"
    "I told you," Washuu reminded her, "*I'm* not going to rescue Sasami."
    "Then who is, Little Washuu?" Tenchi asked.

    <*...Kain, I'm gonna get you...*>

    Washuu nodded toward the disembodied voice. "Him."


                        * * * * *

    Princess Sasami sat alone in her luxurious prison and cried to herself.
    "Please," she said to the empty room. "I want to go home. I want my
sister! Ayeka! Ayeka! Ayeka!"
    But Tokimi's attention was elsewhere, and no one else was paying her any
attention.

                        * * * * *

    "Him?!" Ryoko shook her head. "No way am I working with the Galaxy
Police."
    "Why not?" Washuu asked, cheerfully. "You are in love with him after
all."
    Despite her sister's predicament, Ayeka found a giggle escaping her. She
primly covered her mouth (she *was*, after all, a Princess), and quickly
controlled her giggling.
    "I do *not*!" Ryoko denied vehemently.
    "Perhaps the lady doth protest too much?" a voice asked from the corner.
    Everyone turned and was rather surprised to see a handsome young man
standing there. His hair was long and dark and tied in two warrior's locks
in front. He was fair of face and his eyes were the collar of royal teardrops.
    Although he looked much different, Tenchi recognized him and gaped.
    Ayeka fainted.
    It was Ryoko who managed to find her voice first.
    "Yousho."

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