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crystal: I can't believe I dropped it! Oh, isn't that just perfect? And so ironic, since it was Barlow who dropped the chickaree in the first place.
turnip: Crystal! You've got to help! It's Barlow!
crystal: What?
turnip: Barlow's in bad shape... He needs that cure, immediately!
crystal: I had the cure, but I lost it.
turnip: You lost it?
crystal: Yeah. I don't want to talk about it. I don't think we can get it back.
crystal: Or maybe we could... it would just take some time...
crystal: The cure... it's not something that we can use...
turnip: You mean you found it?!
crystal: Yeah... but... uh, it turned out that it's just not going to work out.
turnip: We can't just try it on Barlow?
crystal: Well... not as such...
crystal: I... I didn't find it...
turnip: What have you been doing all this time?! I thought you were looking for the cure!
crystal: I HAVE been looking for it... We've just run into a few snags...
turnip: Barlow is dying! He's in the final stages of the curse!
turnip: If we don't have a cure for him, there's no hope!
crystal: I have a responsibility, and nothing will stop me! You hear that?!
turnip: Whoa, you don't need to be so upset.
crystal: I'm sorry. This hasn't been easy for me. I just don't like to think that there's nothing we can do...
crystal: There's still time, I just know it!
turnip: But I've seen Barlow... he's not well at all. He could be dead by now.
crystal: No, no, it can't be true. There's just GOT to be something we can do.
crystal: I wish I'd never seen that stupid chickaree statue...
crystal: If it wasn't for me, Barlow would be fine. I feel so... so responsible for what happened.
turnip: Crystal, you shouldn't blame yourself. And you shouldn't think that this is your burden alone. We all want to help Barlow.
turnip: Now, if we're going to save Barlow, we're going to have to do something...
turnip: Provided there's still time, what can we do?
crystal: We can try to make a cure...
turnip: You know how to make it?
crystal: I think so. The note that was posted above the cure said that it was derived from the fang of a live chickaree. I guess it's similar to a snake venom antidote. We just need to find a real chickaree.
turnip: That's going to be difficult, since nobody's seen one in like eighty years!
crystal: Right, but we know where they came from... and it's rumored that they still live there... in the woods.
turnip: Are you sure this is a good idea? The Smoggy Woods are off-limits, you know.
crystal: You have any better ideas of where to find a live chickaree?
turnip: Well... no. You make the decision. I'll do whatever you do.
crystal: We can try to make Barlow comfortable.
turnip: Rebecca is already seeing to Barlow. I don't know if there's anything that can be done, though... I've heard that the final stages of the curse are very painful.
crystal: We can try to recover the cure that I dropped.
turnip: So that's what happened? You dropped it?
crystal: Yes, I dropped it. And it all went down a drain. Maybe we can figure out what it drained into.
turnip: Where exactly did you find it?
crystal: It was in a storage room in the that doctor's office. I know it was the cure, because it was very carefully labeled...
crystal: Now that I think about it, the cure was almost overly labeled. It even had a big sign right over it.
crystal: How many people have ever come out of there alive?
turnip: None that I know of, but you could be the first.
crystal: What's in there?
turnip: Rebecca explained it to me once. You shouldn't think of the woods as a place, because a place can hold things. The woods are Oblivion, nothing exists there... or at least that's what the locals say.
crystal: That's ridiculous. The woods are a real place. Things that go in there must stay in there or come out the other side.
turnip: In that case, I suspect that it's full of garbage. Alex takes care of the garbage collection in Spider Cliff. He throws it in there.
crystal: Let's find ourselves a chickaree.
turnip: Alright, I'll be right behind you.
alex: Did you see that?! They walked right in there! What were they thinking?!
sheriff: That freak of a mammal I don't care about, but Crystal should know better. Did we not warn her about the dangers of the woods?
alex: Not even a demon could survive in there for long. We have to do something!
crystal: This is my quest. I'm the one who has to make up for my mistakes. You don't need to follow me in there.
turnip: I don't need to, but I will just the same. barlow is the best friend that I've ever had, and I think we all should be doing whatever we can for him.
turnip: It's a pity that the others are too caught up in making Alex accept your presence in town. They really should be worrying more about Barlow.
crystal: Wait. I thought that think with Alex was over with. He officially welcomed me to Spider Cliff, as required by the judge. He's been very civil towards me since then.
turnip: Well, I heard Rebecca talking to the Sheriff about it a while ago, and it seemed that there was more to it than that.
turnip: So you see, they're all distracted from what is truly important, which is saving Barlow.