I stand at the entrance of the hall, and soon realize this is a fairly old building…

 

Some ancient books are displayed at the entrance of the hall. A few staffs crowded a small meeting room on my left hand side, papers are stacked up close to the ceiling. An old man with large ears are busy with writing something right in front of a crocodile drawing poster on the wall…

 

So this is the ''office'' of a secret society - ''Modern Head & Classic Soul''.

 

Then a young woman wearing a purple frame glasses comes out of that small meeting room, she gazes at me from head to toe,

 

"Oh, you must be another amnesiac idiot in our Click Town!"

 

"What?!" I clenches my fists.

 

"Don't be silly! This spring chicken is trying to make friends with you!" A man dressing black T-shirt pats my shoulder gently while passing through the hall…

 

"Well, at least you won't suffer from 'nostalgic' if you are amnesiac!" The old man with large ears grabs a coffee in the kitchen on my right hand side.

 

The spring chicken with purple glasses hands to me the papers, "Anyway, welcome to Click Town and our secret society, we have many tourists coming from past and most of them can't recall who they are…what their real names, personal stories are, etc., but don't worry, you can use a pseudonym to contact us."

 

The papers are forms, asking for the most in-demand ''commodity'' since early 21st century: email address. 

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"So are you going to send me monthly emails which I will gradually lose interest to read?''

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"Nah, actually at the moment everyone here is busy, and Sunny is always busy like chicken without heads!" Purple glasses says.

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"Then why?"

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"Well, since you are here, we think we'd better to ask, in case someday we get everything back on track."