Friend was sitting on a bench at the train station as always, observing that there weren't any people around that day. Oh well. He had the whole train station to himself and he didn't have to hide himself. Being dead wasn't that bad, he didn't have to attend to his responsibilities that most people his age would be dealing with. However, he did miss a lot from his old life. "まあ、いいや ....I need to stop dwelling on the past!" He got up and stretched, yawning as he did.