As if running on autopilot, you pushed through the crowds with a singular goal in mind—reaching him. The sound of shouting faded into nothing as the air around you started to move faster, your feet barely touching the ground.

Finally, you felt a strong set of arms wrap around you, tightening as you struggled against them.

You look up to find him, his dark eyes glowing with mirth. He was here, at last. Jiro. Still holding on to you, he smiled down at you.

"Are you alright, my love?"