Keiichi blinked in bewilderment; what had he done last night? Where in the hell had the bodies come from? What was he doing with a baseball bat, and why was there a marker on the floor? I must've had too much to drink last night. I've always wondered what a hangover feels like, Keiichi thought. The people on the floor were beaten beyond recognition, and they most definitely weren't going to be moving anytime soon. Stumbling to the door, Keiichi swung it open to find the empty hallway that ran past his bedroom. "Damn booze," he grumbled, "making me imagine things like this. That drink must have had a sick mind."

The rest of the house was silent as well. The only disturbances were the knocked over, an ohagi splattered on the wall, and a broken wine bottle. "I'll have to call Rena so she can help me clean this up," Keiichi said aloud, striding over to the telephone. He picked it up and turned the dial, listening as the line rung. Finally, someone picked up. "Hello?" an unfamiliar man answered.

"Can I talk to Rena?" Keiichi slurred.

"She said she was going over to her friend Keiichi's house, sorry."

"Well, she's not here!" Keiichi snapped. "Tell your daughter not to tell lies! Damn hypocrite… "

"Have you been drinking, sir?"

"No! All I want to know is where my friend is!"

"Rena said that she was at your house."

"Damn," Keiichi said, hanging up the phone.

He had to find Rena. Never mind the bodies in his bedroom; his friend was much more important. "Rena!" Keiichi called, cupping his mouth with his hand. "Where are you? I know you're hiding here somewhere."

A breeze blew through the open window.

"Rena?"

Silence answered him.

Rena must've lied! What a hypocrite… Keiichi thought spitefully. Even if she was his friend, it really made him mad when she wouldn't come out of hiding. A new idea struck him. What if Rena had never come to his house at all? Maybe she'd gone to the dump, or treasure heap as she called it, instead.

Keiichi trekked down the road with the sun shining on his bloodstained face. He didn't know about the blood, of course, but he still reveled in the warmth and peace of mind the sun gave him. He wondered idly why every person he came across ran off screaming their heads off. Did his hangover really show that much? The looks didn't matter though, as long as he could find Rena, he'd be happy. The journey to the dump was a long and perilous one, one that drained Keiichi's stamina and ego by the time he reached his destination. The trash mocked him with its size and ability to lose people, but Keiichi would not back down. He would find Rena, even if it cost him his life.

He made his way down to the miniature trailer that Rena's home base was located in, and knocked on the door. There came no reply. "Come on," Keiichi gritted his teeth and knocked again.

Rena didn't answer, so Keiichi quietly opened the door. The trailer, like most of his house, was empty. He banged his fist on the wall. Where could Rena have gone? She wasn't at his house, that was for sure, and she wasn't at her own house either. The next place on the agenda was school.

Keiichi sprinted to the school, now frantic to find his dear friend. He flew through the door, arriving to find another empty building. Keiichi smacked his own forehead. He'd forgotten that it was a Saturday! Of course Rena wouldn't be in school! Sighing in defeat, Keiichi slumped down onto the floor. Now the house would be a mess for when his parents arrived home from Toyko, and his hangover was killing him. I'll never drink again, he promised himself before lapsing into a fitful sleep.