The rain drums on the stones of an old, dilapidated house, like an abandoned chapel. The wind walks through the cracks in the walls, howling as sadly as in my soul.

Everything went topsy-turvy from the second you, Saoirse, decided to blow into your stupid conch on the bus. Those glowing things appeared again, and you walked towards them, right into the doors... Naturally, we were thrown out in the middle of the road. And then there was Ku, my beloved dog... when grandma took us from the island and brought us to the city, she left Ku behind, I didn't think he could come back...

And now... now you're sitting, leaning against a cold wall, all pale, and one strand of your hair has turned white as snow.

Ku curled up next to me, watching. And I... I'm sitting opposite, my legs scratched by nettles stinging painfully. I'm angry. Not at you. No. Just... at everything. We're here, getting wet, and something incomprehensible is happening to you.