The White Knight walked into the portal room right after the rainbow-haired girl. Apparently there had been some sort of a battle; his sword was coated with dark-red blood, and in his left arm, there was a sensation that it had been used to bash something rather heavily with the shield that it held. All in all, the battle must have gone well, considering that he had won, which he knew to be the case because he was neither dead nor a prisoner, and because a margin of error of one-out-of-three was quite good enough by his standards to even bother considering the third option.<br/><br/>“Ah, friend,” the knight said to the wooden man, who he knew to be a friend, because the knight didn’t remember anything of the battle that had just taken place, and because he<i>did</i>remember this man in the now—which must have meant that the knight was no longer<i>in</i>the battle, and therefore anyone he was with, in the now, was a friend. Like Alice. He finished the thought, “Pleasure to meet you. I am the White Knight. The White Knight of B-One. I believe we ought to follow the girl. She seems to know where she’s going.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>