I look over the newspaper. Killed by the Newspaper of Horror in the Rift of Time?
I sigh despondently. I guess, after all that, I'm going to die, anyway. Why even fight it? Why even...
Red.
I look at the bat suspiciously. The way things have been going, there's something like a 50% chance that it will try to eat my soul or turn out to be some sort of eldritch entity from beyond time.
Nope, just a bat. I pick it up, gingerly.
It feels good in my hands. A cool grip, over hard metal. I give it a few swings.
"I'm to be killed, eh? Well, maybe it's time to start fighting."
I swing the bat a few more times. I can see why Headphone Actor was so attached to it.
I look up Serako's phone number again and give her a call.