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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I didn’t see Remo when we were getting ready to go the train station, but Waldo didn’t seem perturbed by his absence so I figured he must be off doing promo or something. We got settled in the train for another high-speed trip. This one was going to cross the “inland sea” of Japan.

I wasn’t looking out the window, though. Remo showed up shortly after the train started to move, and sat down next to me with a guitar. He took it out of the case, then sat down again, and I noticed he’d swapped the big cast on his hand and wrist for a smaller brace. He held a pick in his fingers and strummed experimentally.