I'm holding you to that. No more... no more emergencies in the next two weeks. No, four weeks.

[It's as much gallows humor as it is a sincere hope. Still, upright and steady enough, she wills her bass to return to her, and she pulls it from the air by the neck, gazing briefly at the luster. Then she shakes her head and slips the strap over her head and around her neck, flipping her hair over it somewhat dramatically.]

Sure. Or maybe I'll break out the Hoshihime stuff and see how fast I can play. One or the other.