"Well? Can I? Pleeeease?"
    Gogo had been hounding Cecil for almost half an hour, as he dug
through the rubble to find any semblance of his past life. He had not
answered yet, and Gogo was quite understably miffed.
    "Hmph. All right, _be_ that way! I, master of the simulacrum, am going
to find someone else to be my companion." No response from the Paladin. Oh
well...
    Backtracking her steps, Gogo came to the old exit of the caves leading
to the castle. There was nothing there, of course, but a castle-sized
tunnel in the rock, the perfect size for Figaro. Well, thought the mimic,
nowhere else to go.
    Turning left and hiking down the long tunnel, Gogo arrived (in a
matter of hours - distances, for some reason, were very short on this
world) at the desert south of Kohlingen. At least, she _assumed_ it to be
the desert south of Kohlingen. All she could see were the tracks left by
the burrowing castle as it lowered, then a ceiling of sand. Why wasn't it
collapsing? Hm. One of the great mysteries of life, she supposed. Onward
and upward! Besides, Gogo had a feeling she would find something there.
    She did. After a night's stay at the inn (Gogo always made sure to
have a little spare cash tucked away in the folds of her robes), she had
set out to find the one person who could accept her as who and what she
really was, and not as a mere copycat: her only true love. Sure enough,
news of him had been around. The man had just left to the south. I'm
coming, thought Gogo silently. You always thought you could outrun me...