Chapter 4: Left Out, Right In
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   Why couldn't more people take notice? Gogo was feeling positively
ignored; moments earlier, she had been with Locke, Sabin, and some new
friends. Now she was alone in Jidoor. Again. Gogo let out a heavy sigh.
Nobody appreciates a mimic.
   She didn't even hear the cries out for her to return, as unmistakable
as Locke's voice was; she was too involved in her internal problems. Who
_was_ she? I have, realized Gogo, no identity. No life of my own. I'm a
parasite, and no one likes a parasite. I can't even think for myself half
the time. Where _is_ everyone? Why won't they accept me for who I am? But
who's that?
   Despondent, she began to walk northward, back towards Kohlingen. The
occasional monster appeared from time to time, but Gogo wasn't desperate
enough to sacrifice herself. She _did_ still have that dagger.
   The sun began to rise over the horizon, casting long shadows to the
west. Gaining some momentary confidence, she sprinted in that direction,
towards the coast. And there, in a small grove of trees, was a small
mausoleum, carved with airship-shaped insignia, and a single name: Daryl.
   Daryl. Was it the multiple bumps on the head from falling repeatedly
through great distances, or did that name sound familiar? Daryl. Gogo
rolled it over her tongue a few times. The door was open, revealing a
lengthy set of stairs. Slowly, she began to descend...
   The architecture inside the immense underground place was stunning;
dark blue and purple stone, offset by flickering blue flames. And that
unmistakable aura of familiarity. What was it about this place?
   Descending more sets of stairs, and wandering around passageways, Gogo
eventually came to a coffin. Enshrouded in pink linen with a bouquet of
year-old decaying roses. An engraving read, "Daryl sleeps here." Perhaps
now this mystery would be solved.
   With supreme effort, Gogo barely managed to lift the heavy marble lid
from the coffin. No corpse. No body. No trace of any living or formerly
living material, just a small note written on parchment in dark purple
ink. A note that read:

"Dear Setzer,

      I do not know when you will recieve this note, but you have counted
me out far too soon. This elaborate place is a testament to your devotion
- it shows your true feelings towards me. However, I am not gone. I am not
here, either. This note was only placed here by a Warp spell, from one
underground location to another. Yes, I know magic; I do not know how. I
can't explain, but I am trapped, and feeling very alone. I can't Warp or
Exit myself from this wretched place for some reason. Please, all I know
of my location is that I am north of the Veldt - I saw that when my
airship crashed. Yours Truly,
                             Daryl."

   Gogo's mind was made: first to the Veldt, then northward to find this
Daryl, whoever she might be.