I was waiting for Marty in the lobby of the hotel when it happened. A gaggle of young women gathered around one of the comfortable chairs for a group selfie and, laughing, wandered back through the double doors at the entrance when one of them ran back inside. “He’s unresponsive,” I heard her say to the slender twenty-something at the front desk. And in that moment, I knew.
[Image description: Cue Precious from Delicious Party Precure smiling widely with sparkles flying around her as she holds up Komekome, who is in her riceball form and has large, shiny eyes, against a deep magenta background, with the piece having a slightly ominous tone. End description]
