IC: "So, um, what should we do now?" Amy whispered to Arty, looking at the seemingly braindead girl. "Maybe if we leave quietly she won't notice..." Just after this statement, Loony broke out of her momentary coma. "Leave?" she said brightly. "How fun!! It is very much fun to leave, yes!!! Can I come with you? Where are we going? Can we sightsee? I would very much love to see where they make The Quabble!!!" With a facepalm, Amy looked hopelessly from Loony to Arty to Loony again. "Um...Loony," said Amy, once again in that slow voice you might use to explain something to a child, "Your father is the editor of The Quabble...." "No he isn't!!!" cried Loony, bursting into tears. "He's Bruce Wayne!!! How dare you call me crazy!!! I'm gonna take a plane to Honalulu now, I'm so offended!!!" And Loony ran, sobbing, right into the front door of Grimwall Place, knocking herself out on contact.