After getting Mr. Sun's permission, Angel shared what had happened to him inside the Dream Bubble with the others.
Afterward, Mr. Sun seemed unwilling to accept that he had failed to clear it. He took a communication Cyclone from Angel and left on his own.
Judging by the direction he went, he was probably heading for the Dream Bubble on the next street.
But that one appeared to be... a Medium Dream Bubble.
Everyone else was currently aiming for Small Dream Bubbles, yet Mr. Sun had gone straight for a larger target.
Was he refusing to admit defeat, or trying to save face?
Angel couldn't say, and he didn't stop him... After all, even if Mr. Sun didn't go, Angel himself would have chosen a Medium Dream Bubble.
Finding out how Dream Bubbles of different sizes differed was also information they needed to gather.
Meanwhile, Blanche reached the roof of a nearby clock tower.
There was no railing, only a narrow walkway barely wide enough for one person. One unsteady step would send her falling dozens of meters.
On her other side loomed the enormous tower clock.
The clock face bore plenty of scratches, but no dust. Clearly, the clock keeper regularly risked a fall to come out here and wipe it down.
Now Blanche imagined how the clock keeper usually moved and edged forward with care.
A Small Dream Bubble hung just ten meters ahead.
She was already beginning to regret coming.
She had followed the map here to find the Dream Bubble, only to discover that the map showed no vertical axis. The bubble wasn't at ground level; it was up on the clock tower.
She had climbed more than ten floors before spotting it on the roof, directly in front of the clock face—a terribly awkward