Hattori Heiji awakes to find himself panting and covered in sweat. It is still very early in the morning, hours before he would usually wake up for school. The nightmare he just had, however, has completely jarred him into consciousness. Seeing the futility in an attempt to return to sleep, he decides to begin his day early. He makes his way to the shower, oblivious to his still sleeping parents in the other room. He showers significantly longer than usual, considering that he has hours to burn before he has to leave for school. When he finally exits the shower, dries and dresses himself, he peaks his head into his parent (whom he recently recalled were still asleep)'s room, to make sure they haven't been disturbed. When he is reassured by the sight of their still unconscious selves, he tip-toes down the stairs and prepares his breakfast. His breakfast is light; two pieces of toast, an orange and a glass of cold water. After he finishes the toast and orange, he reaches for the glass of water. Once he has the beverage in his grasp, he stops to acknowledge the coolness of it on his still warm palm. Despite having woken up from his nightmare nearly an hour ago, his body is still very warm. The glass' temperature contrasts the temperature of his hand to a shocking extent. He observes the glass in his hand closely as a bead of water from the condensation on the cup streaks down the side of his palm, to the edge of wrist and eventually falls to the table. When the drop hits the table his intense fixation is broken, and he drinks the water. After cleaning up the dishes from his meal, he stands in the middle of his living room, contemplating how he could make use of the remaining hours he had to spend. The lights are still, leaving his to stand and think in a virtually pitch black room, which for him, was actually helpful. A few miniscule thoughts cross his mind, but none of any particular interest. Then, he looks out his window and notices that the sun has yet to rise. He smiles at the thought of a sunrise over the city of Osaka, and resolves to observe it. So he goes to the kitchen, fetches a chair and carries it out to the front porch. He sets it down and faces it outward toward the city. He knows that his city is directly east of his house, and so the sun will rise almost directly in front of him. He adjusts himself in the chair and readies himself for the natural phenomenon that he is about to witness. As he bites his time, he looks back to his hand that had caught his attention a few minutes ago. He observes the natural groves and indentations on it. He then notices all of the scars and scrapes on it, noting the occurrences that resulted in each of them. He thinks back on how long some of the scars have remained there, one especially, which has lingered on his hand since he was just nine years old. He laughs lightly to himself as he recalls the incident in which he tripped while chasing Kazuha during a simple game and scratched both hands. Although the right hand healed, the left still shows the remnants of his injury. He runs his four top fingers along his palm, feeling the sensation as they move along. When they reach the top of his palm, he reopens his hands and continues analyzing it. The hand that consumes his thoughts now had done so for the past three days.