Haru thought about that night a lot, though he remembered only bits and pieces of the aftermath. The hypnotic rise and fall of the sirens, blue and red dancing frantically around the twilit swim club. The percussion of the news helicopter above, a staccato thutthutthut against his ears, though when he looked up all he could see was the blinding white spotlight. The policewoman talking to him in a motherly tone, and he was sure it was supposed to be comforting like the blanket she put around his shoulders, but all he heard was a wordless buzz. And through the blur of the crowd a pair of bright green eyes, familiar as home and round with fear, locking on his. In less than a minute Makoto's hand was in Haru's hand and his voice was in Haru's ear, a breathless tumble of words and warm air.

"Haru? What happened? Where's Rin?"

Nagisa had been next to him, throwing his arms around Haru's shoulders as if he were afraid Haru would disappear. He was quiet for once, staring wide-eyed at the closed ambulance surrounded by cops and paramedics talking quietly. The ambulance lights flashed silently, and the telling lack of a rush drew Makoto's gaze as well. He paled so fast that Haru remembered being dimly concerned he would faint. "Haru..." he said slowly, his hand tightening to a death grip. "Where's Rin?"

Haru had opened his mouth to reply, but that was where his memory cut off, and he never quite recalled what he had said.