Return to Fantasy World

My piloting of the Great Fox did not go well. I ended up damaging the ship.

"Are you blind?" Glaze screamed at the top of her lungs, "You almost crashed us into a meteorite this time! What's wrong with you? That's it, Felix! You're never touching the controls again in my lifetime! NEVER! We're going to have to go back to Fantasy World."

As I stepped through the entrance with Glaze and Tank at my side, I headed towards the gramp's shop. All we really had to do was talk to gramps, get our ship patched up, and we'd take off again. It'd be a quick, easy, and probably boring trip overall.

That's what I thought, anyway.

"Uhh... We're back!"

Gramps just looked at the Great Fox.

“So tell me: How did you guys damage the ship?” Gramps asked.

“He started it,” Glaze said quickly, pointing a finger at me.

“Hey, you were the one not wanting to go ahead and look around there!”

“I certainly don’t recall it being me who grabbed the controls and threw it into a nosedive!”

"It all worked out. Cricket saved the ship from crashing."

"And then you flew to through asteroid field."

"I thought the TIE fighters would have been crazy to follow us."

"They didn't follow us into the asteroid field. They flew above and shot at us from there."

"You're kidding me!" Gramps exclaimed, "Bunch of pinheads. Interspace ain't no playground."

"There's a lot we don't know," I argued, taking offence, "So what! We have to use the ship to go to other worlds. We don't have a choice!"

"Whoa, easy. I didn't know. No hard feelings, all right?" gramps said, "Well, I guess I could lend y'all a hand, then."

"Thanks!" I said.

"By the way, an old man came by and told me to ask you to come to his place. It's on this piece of paper he gave me."

Gramps handed me a note directing me to go to the western district.