It's midnight. 1997 Tokyo is still as bright and busy as ever. The sound of trains drowning out the sound of cicadas. InuYasha is over at your place. But you can't find him anywhere. You go outside to look, and notice some movement on the roof. You take a ladder and climb up, there you see him. Red kimono and all. He stares at the sky, stars hardly visible with the light pollution. His hands holding his cap, his ears out.