[ In a moment, Shibuya vanishes again, and panic hits Joshua once more. He gives a startled cry, hands tightening, arms and vibe weakly pulling, trying to find his city again. It was there, he heard her, he felt her, she was there, and he was about to be with her again, finally, after the few months of separation and loneliness that have almost felt as long as his entire reign as Composer because there has been no Shibuya, not here. He reaches, clawing desperately for something, anything. No, she can't be gone. Not so suddenly. Not again. ]
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