Witches and humans regularly lived together. As training, witches who become 13 move to live on their own for one year. You had moved to the city that Tombo lives in as a witch in training yourself. A lot had been happening. You've been losing your magic, starting a delivery service, and it's been a whole ruckus! But right now, even if you see him as a totally desperate, annoying clown, Tombo staying alive is your only focus and priority.

He was clinging onto a rope which was attached to the new dirigible. The dirigble had been flying up for some reason! Now he's dangling in the air, and you're trying to save him.

You run through the streets and find a man with a broom. Maybe that will work! You ask for his broom... he refuses, but you take it anyway.

Man: "No, you can't take my broom — oh!"

No time to lose! You start flying, but this stupid broom won't work! You keep muttering to yourself as you try to fly the thing, it flies, then falls back down. Dammit, why now?!

News Reporter: "And now the car has fallen into the pool! But oh no, the young man is still clinging onto that rope! Is there anything that can still save him?!"

You're still trying to fly this stupid broom, as Tombo's grip loosens slowly, to which he tries gripping on harder. If he lost grip, he'd fall from a dangerous height: and likely die!