Yan Huan hesitated no longer. He quickened his pace and followed Mimi toward the rift.
"Uh, are you sure you can do this...?" he asked as he ran, worry in his voice.
"That woman was freakishly strong in the Memory Zone."
"Without my signature weapons and the Stellaron, even I couldn't fight her..." he admitted.
"No problem. Trust me, partner!" Mimi looked back, her tiny face brimming with confidence as she glowed. "Ever since I took this form, I've felt right at home in the Memory Zone."
She pointed at the spatial rift drawing closer ahead. "Come on—let's hide together in the deepest part of your memories!"
"Huh? What?" Yan Huan skidded to a stop, his shoes whispering against the carpet.
"What about my privacy?" His eyes widened in protest.
Mimi paused, apparently caught off guard by the question. Then she covered her eyes with a little paw. "If it bothers you that much, I'll close my eyes and let you lead me?"
But her urgency soon returned.
"Come on, we have to get out of here first!"
She gave Yan Huan no more time to hesitate. Raising her two soft little paws, she began to chant as a brilliant pink light radiated from her.
"Lift the curtain of memory—"
"—stir the Ripples of Yesteryear!"
A white light, even more dazzling than before, flared up and swallowed them both.
Yan Huan instinctively looked around and found himself in another place that felt both familiar and strange.
Cold metal walls. Blinking indicator lights. The smell of disinfectant mingled with the scent of energy in the air.
"Where are we?"
"The Space Station. Where you started." Delighted to have escaped their prison, Mimi spun in midair, her glow brightening. "Looks like we made it..."
"That's way too deep!" Yan Huan surveyed their