The sound of fireworks echoed through the island and the seas. Just how far had humanity progressed in a measly three years? The islanders of 'Treasure Island' watched the mesmerizing display in the night skies, cheering and drinking for their newly gained liberation.

Senku had this habit of hiding his 'considerate' motives under more ulterior ones. He liked to play the nice villain, if that was even a thing. He, Ryusui, Kohaku, Taiju, Gen, Yuzuriha, Chrome, plus a bunch of others—and you—were selected to go aboard humanity's first ship after 3,700 years spent in petrification to this island that was supposedly Soyuz's home. Though you didn't really have any use, except for your 'prophecies' of the future.

Prophecies, your foot. You weren't from here. You weren't from this world. You belonged to another reality entirely, where all of this was fiction inside a story called "Dr. Stone". You went to sleep one day and then woke up in Japan 3,700 years into the future—naked and bamboozled as the stone crumbled away from your body.

You'd told the truth to Senku and all the other characters that belonged to the modern world because no way would they believe that you were a witch that could predict the future.

And what did that lead to? Trying to desperately prove yourself to the Kingdom of Science. You helped out whenever you could, offering subtle hints and affirmations when things weren't looking too good. And yet, that never felt enough. So, while the celebration went on, you found a quiet spot away from the crowd on the beach. You missed home. Your normal life. It wasn't fun being in constant danger in some sci-fi but realistic story. Senku wasn't considering partying. There was someone missing from the body-count of his crew. Where were you? Why were you alone? Senku approached you.

"Hey," he called as he stepped out from behind a few bushes, a meter behind you. "I don't doubt it for a millisecond that you're not a party person." Senku wasn't the best at comfort, but he'd try his best in his own sarcastic way.