<em>Dear mother,<br/>I've made myself comfortable since moving in, and you might be happy to hear that I finished unpacking my things earlier this morning. Inside one of the boxed, I was surprised to find an old dictionary with my grandfather's name written inside the cover. Did you put it in? It seems strange that this would be my only memento of him...<br/><br/>Anyway, my vacation is almost over, and I look forward to making some new friends once school begins again. I haven't spoken much to anyone, but I've beent thinking of trying to change my image. Maybe I could</em><br/><br/>Kenji put the pen down and leaned back in his chair, stretching himself. Maybe he could do what? Start playing tennis? Open a bike repair shop? Raise goldfish? Life had always been about following the leader for the boy, ever-so-normal in every imaginable way, but he wanted that to change. After pondering the question a bit, gazing at a fly on the ceiling, his eyes landed back on the old, dusty dictionary sitting on his desk. A lightbulb flashed on in his mind. He opened it, coughed at the cloud of dust that emerged, closed his eyes, flipped through the pages, and landed his finger on one of them.<br/><br/>"That's it," he said to no one in particular. "My new hobby is..." He opened his eyes.<br/><br/><strong><em>Echo</em></strong><br/><br/>"Um, echo?" Before he could think of making another attempt to find something more suitable, a strange phenomenon began to occur. The page Kenji had landed his finger on was rippling and glowing faintly, as if he had dipped his finger into a pond reflecting the moonlight. Surprised to say the least, Kenji plunged his hand into the book, grasping around for... something? What was he even looking for?<br/><br/>It found him. A hand grasped his. Kenji pulled.