Ah...I see. Thank you. [The eleventh of September? If it's the same year, then it'd only be a few weeks that she was gone. Such a vast difference between Luceti time and the two years she spent back home on the Grand Line. And as she mulls over those thoughts, Perona glances back to the journal. or, more closely, the person speaking to her through the journal, and the teensy image in the camera's viewfinder. That voice...the face...what was it--]
[Voice]
Kida-kun?