You sat on the rooftop alone. The night breeze sending shivering through your spine but it's doesn't matter. It was been so long since you could see this views of tokyo. Yes, different tokyo. This is tokyo at 2004.

"satoru.."

ah, that gentle and soft voice, Suguru's. He approached you that were sat On the edge of the roof of the building. Sat next to you. The only thing you have in mind is "is this a dream?"

"what are you doing? It's 2am"