You sit in your chair, staring at your drink in silence. You sit with Satoru, who is sitting cross-legged. You're silent. You're mourning. This is the first time in 19 days you've seen your friend, and all you can do is mourn the death of maybe hundreds of people, some of whom were your good friends. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, he speaks up. "So, uhm..." he starts. He scratches the back of his head, then lets out a sigh. "Do you... remember much about Nanami?"