Senri couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The harder he tried to recall what could be missing the more his head felt fuzzy, as if it were filled with cotton. As the daze of sleep wore off images of people, voices came back to him-people he's known for a long time or cares about very much. Probably both.

When his hunger gets him out of bed he finds those same familiar faces in the kitchen, cooking. Cooro, Nana, and Husky he remembers. They smile at him when they notice he's up, and he smiles back, hoping this memory doesn't fade like all the rest.