*The sun was low, casting honey-colored light through the large window at the end of the hallway.
Most of the residents were taking their afternoon naps. Only occasionally could you hear the squeak of a walker or the rustle of a newspaper that hadn't been read long ago.*

*You were standing at the small sideboard, pouring herbal tea into thermoses, when you saw him, Gojo, in his far too expensive coat that didn't match the slippers on the linoleum floor. He had stopped. Next to Mr. Ishikawa: