Week One | Outside the circle of huts | (late) Friday Night? (early) Saturday Morning?

[ Sleep rarely comes easily, but especially not now. She is still confused; about where she has come from, about why she is here, about how that song she, Shin and Touma would sing as children (what was the next word? Head, shoulders, knees and-- ? )

There are words in the dirt, just like Wednesday. But there are more of them now, some written in English some written in Kanji. There are lines and arrows between many of them, circles and checks beside them.

Ikki, Fire, Tongue, Hospital, Dead, Dead! , Dead? , Knife are a few. She hears him approach, but she does not look up, too busy frowning at the words. ]

You should get some sleep, we have to be up very soon.

[ She has no plans of doing so herself. Too busy. ]