Train rolled off the bed and hit his head on the floor. "Ow, that hurt!" Train mattered. He looked at his clock on the shelf and he groaned. He went to bed only four hours ago. This is almost the time that…

Furu furu furuin

Hotemo fuketsu

Wait a minute, Train knew this song. It was the one she sang, but she was dead. Who can be singing this tune? Without knowing what he was doing Train got out of bed to search for who was singing the song.

From building to building he leaped wandering aimlessly in the direction of the song. He felt that getting closer and then further away. He could hear her sweet voice, He could almost see her.

His heart ached for the friend he missed. For Saya, he wanted to say to her, although he did not know how he would do it.

Train stopped in his tracks and gazed up at the moon. It was full tonight, So beautiful. "Train?" He knew that voice, but he could only hope that it wasn't a dream this time. "Saya?" He knew that yukata, white and flowing. He knew that playful brown hair. He recognized her but still had to ask, "Is it really you?"

"Would this tell you?" Saya leaped off the building and ran to him and given the hug. Train was stunned it was her last; He could hold her like this for ever.

Train gently cupped her face in his reliable hands and looked into her eyes. It was really her and he can finally say it, those words he always wanted to say.

Train gently pressed his lips to hers and held them there for about two seconds. He drew back smiling, but also fearful. "I love you so much, would you take me?" Train uttered the words he had practiced for years.

Saya reached her hand up and Train flinched. I knew it, this could get messy. Train closed his eyes and prepared for the worst. He felt something ruffle his hair and looked down. Saya was smiling her most beautiful smile. "I'll always take in a stray cat, especially one that I love."

"You know we are both cats, stray cats and no one tells what to do."

Nothing could make this night better.

"What the hell?" Sven saw that Train was gone, and all that was left behind were two stuffed cats. White and black, unable to be separated.

"Daddy?" Eve was waiting for an explanation.