My Other Self will be waking up soon. I have to make sure everything is ready. My notes. Write my name. Olimar. My wife Pedrina. My children Omar and Opal. Louie's name. Write about Pikmin. Write about having to eat, wash and sleep. Write as much as possible about myself. I'd already written all that. Dandori. But you can't be too careful. Dandori. Well, that should be enough. Normally I'm in space for Dandori, but right now I'm with my family on Dandori. I hope that—
I'm awake. I have to do Dandori. That's all that matters. Dandori. Dandori. Dandori. Someone's talking to me. Dandori. No, Louie. That's the name written in the notes.
"Is everything all right?" He asks me.
"Y...Yes."
"You've been acting weird lately. Like you're still a bit Leafling."
Leafling is the name of my species. It's kind of my name.
"N...no. I'm... Olimar." I say to Louie.
A lie.
"Ha ha! Of course you're Olimar!"
Dandori. I'm wasting time. I must do Dandori. I leave. Louie asks me where I'm going. Dandori. Dandori. Dandori.
I wake up. I'm in a warehouse. My Other Self has sorted everything by weight and color. The Art of Dandori. I don't know how long I can hide his existence. I don't know how long I can hold on. Leafling and I.