“Kuroba, care to tell me why I’m seeing a picture of myself, wearing something that looks like it came from a thrift shop, riding a horse through Tokyo? … Yesterday’s paper. … Kuroba… I’ve been in France for the past week and a half… … Right. Kid. Well, I hope a certain thief and a certain high school magician are banned from that bar, then, because if I see something like this again, you’ll have another phobia to worry about besides fish…”