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[Anyone in the grocery store will be treated to a battered, bloodied Emil (la la ongoing thread, oops) stumbling inside and slamming the door shut behind him, leaning back against it in a desperate hope that Yuber will think twice about following him into a building where other people might be taking refuge. When several moments pass and there is no attempt to open the door, Emil slides down it into a sitting position on the floor and takes a few deep breaths. He's clearly in bad shape; multiple wounds are bleeding heavily, and he bears the marks of several fire and lightning spells as well.

At last he stirs and reaches over for his journal, which he dropped on the floor in his haste. His voice is shaky and strained as he says one thing:]

I think... I think I need some help.

[Although he's been healed by now and had everything explained to him, that really hasn't made Emil feel better about the entire situation at all... in fact, he feels worse now that he knows how the whole thing started and that it was in fact his fault. Well, to be more accurate, it was Ratatosk's fault, but that's the same thing.

This is why, once he reaches House #20, he enters without a word to either Richter or Tenebrae and proceeds upstairs to the spare bedroom. There is the soft click of a lock as he shuts the door behind him.]