Outside window is dead night, and Lynn sits alone in her room at the table, which is illuminated by a table lamp. He folded origami out of boredom, occasionally looking out the window, behind which could be heard outside window and a faint light from lightning could be seen in distance. “This night promises to be restless“ – thinks Lyney and sighs.

His thoughts revolve around Lynette and Fréminet, and then, shaking his head, he goes back to folding paper crane.