>Xavier: Inspect the locals
Well, that's odd. The locals are all black-faced...Odd...
>Xavier: Pondering time?
Yes. You haven't done that in some time.
Perhaps this spiritual world has the same effect as the nightmare world in Catherine, where as you view yourself as normal and everyone else is the weirdos, but they view themselves normal and you as the weirdo.
Wait, how do you even know about that?
Ah, who cares?
Perhaps the old man knew of your low health and knew of your incoming with the death of Beth, it was all a bit too perfect...
>===>
You clench your hand.
Oh dear Beth, your death unjust, it SHALL be avenged!
>Xavier: Continue pondering
Yes, it was all too perfect, perhaps he knew of my arrival...Perhaps, the GAME knew of my arrival. Perhaps...
>===>
-HE WAS PHYSIC!
OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCKBARBEQUE!
>Xavier: Flip the fuck out!
You do so, been a while sense you do that also. And in midair nonetheless, you'd feel proud of yourself if you weren't, y'know, FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT!