04/29/2013, 08:06 PM #292 Mima's Antique Store
The store had luckily quieted down since the trio left, which left Mima with some well deserved free time. She went to the basement, which was considerably small, and filled with arcane tomes. She went to the back of it, pulling out a very dusty tome, blowing on it, then opening it.
"Hm. I could go back to Gensokyo, but should I?" Mima said to herself. She looked at the pages, written in a mixture of writing and cipher created by her and Marisa. It was old and worn, the pages yellowing and occasionally ripped in corners. She had used this book many, many times beforehand, for easy travel through anywhere. She sighed, and put the book in a small bag on her side.
She went back upstairs, locking the basement door and going to her back room again. "Such a question it is, to go or not to go. This world really doesn't need me, does it?"
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
Tensions were starting to run high in that small room, four people that could easily take down an army with just the four of them. Lonestar, with his dynamite and odd ray gun, Marisa with her powerful danmaku and mini-hakkero. The Heavy, with his brute strength, probably enough to lift a car, and his large gatling gun, shooting bullets larger than most large caliber rifles. Mr. Foster, with his expertise in most firearms, and being able to deal with large swathes of enemies at a time.
"I'm guessing you were waiting for me?" came a voice at the top of the stairs. On the stairs was a man in what looked like a futuristic police outfit. He had short, ragged black hair, and a face that looked to have seen everything.
"Ah, Mr. Calhoun is here. Splendid. The buy in, if you recall is 20,000 dollars." Winslow said.
"Just call me Barney." the man said, leaping to the bottom of the stairs without harm, and sitting at the table. Everyone there put a large bundle of money in the center of the table, exchanged with chips, the money set off to the side next to Winslow.
"Now then, let the tournament begin!" Winslow said, sitting at the sidelines with the money.
"The name of the game is Texas Hold-em." GLaDOs's monotone voice said from above.

Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.