>     "And now, the first fights of the day!  In circle one…"
>     "Come on, we have some time before it's our turn…"  Ryoko 
>walked up to everyone after she signed up for the fights.
>     Ukyou was breaking up Ryouga and Ranma from a fight, and 
>Noname-san was walking toward her.
>     "So, what…"
>     The man just walked past her to the judges table.  She wasn't 
>sure, but she thought she saw him pull out a pair of glasses.
>     *What the heck?*
>     She then saw him put a pair of glasses in his coat, and put on 
>the ones he just pulled out.  As she walked closer, she saw that he 
>was playing with his glasses.
>     *What is he…*
>     She then saw him pressing a button on the glasses.
>     *?*
>
>     *If I can just see the chart then I don't need to win the 
>tournament, just beat the assassin…*
>     He put on his camera glasses and pressed the button for a close 
>up on the chart.  When the chart was in view, he pressed at shutter 
>button…but then someone got in front of the shot.
>     *Click*
>     "Ok, who…" he stopped when he saw the person.  "Ryoko!"
>     "What?"
>     "Just move out of…"  He looked around her and saw the judges 
>put away the chart and the pokéball with the Chansey.  "LOOK WHAT 
>YOU…"
>     "STOP YELLING!" she shouted back at him.
>     "Now I have…" he started muttering to himself, turning away 
>from Ryoko.
>     "HEY!  I'm talking to you!"
>     "I have to go!  I have to figure out some way to beat him!" he 
>shouted back toward her.
>
>     "Shit!  How does she find them on such short notice…" he said 
>to himself.  "There!"  He looked to his right and saw a toy shop.  
>He walked inside and saw what he wanted.  "A dozen yo-yos please."
>     On his way back to the tent, he saw three people who seemed a 
>bit lost.
>     "Excuse me, but are you lost?"  He walked up to the three.  One 
>of them had a map.
>     "Um…yes.  We're looking for the tournament at…um…"
>     "Furinken Highschool," one of the three finished.  She had on a 
>shirt that seemed like it belonged to someone half her age.  She 
>also wore a short denim pair of shorts that also looked like them 
>belonged to someone half her age.  Holding up the shorts was a pair 
>of suspenders.
>     "Well, it's that way," he said pointing down the street.  "I'm 
>going that way myself."
>     When they got to Furinken Highschool, the three strangers 
>parted and when their way.
>     "I told you it was this way Satoshi!" he heard as he walked 
>away from them.
>
>     "Great…I leave them for a few minutes and now I can't find 
>them…" he muttered as he walked through the tent looking for Ryoko 
>and the others.  "Well, as soon as I'm cured and finish off the 
>Umbrella factory, I'm outta here anyway…no point making friends…"
>     Visions filled his mind.  Visions of the last time he made a 
>friend.  Visions of his childhood.  Visions of the girl next door.  
>Visions of his father getting mad at him for running out of the 
>house to see her.  Visions of him stopping after seeing her for the 
>first time in four years.  Visions of his first kiss.  Visions of 
>the funeral.
>     *No point in making friends…I have to get out of here the first 
>chance I get…been here too long…*
>     "And now the second matches of the day!  In circle one…"
>     "Um?"  He looked up and saw one of the judges with a 
>microphone.  "What'd he say?  Who's up?"