"WHITE! White I've got some great news about-"

Miyuki froze in the doorway to the room.

Pictures were still stuck up all over the place. Crayons and toys scattered the floor. Two chairs stood at either end of the room, skewed slightly from when someone was sat on them.

The room was exactly the same as last time.

Except for one thing.

White.

Tentatively, she stepped forward into the empty room.

Had they gone on a walk? Out to get some food? The doctors?

This was her usual visiting time; she'd been assured that they'd be there at this time every day. So where were they? Something hadn't happened had it?

A dark shape caught her attention.

One of the pictures stuck on the wall across from her. It was new, and it was different.

She walked over to it, making out the sharply drawn shadowy shape of a face with horns upon its head.

This wasn't what White usually drew; it seemed far too dark for him. And yet…

As she stared at the image intently, something stirred inside her.

The same feeling she got when she was with Black.

When she was with the real Black.

And now she looked, the image looked like the min-

"Miyuki?"

She span around sharply, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw Fujimura standing in the doorway.

"Oh there you are, I was beginning to think you'd all abandoned this place!" Miyuki exclaimed, laughing slightly as she approached the cop. "So, where's White?"

"They didn't tell you?"

Her footsteps stopped.

"Tell me? Who didn't tell me what?"

Fujimjura's face fell, and something dropped in her chest.

"Black came back to his senses, he and White are leaving town."

A cold wave overcame her body.

"Sawada booked them a flight to some beach resort; he's escorting them out at this moment."

The breaths she took became more intense.

"We've got them some supplies together and found a spot for them to get settled down; give them a chance to start anew."

Muscles tensed painfully around her entire body.

"They wanted to let some people know they were going, I figured you'd be one of them."

Her senses dulled as that information cascaded around her skull.

"Miyuki? You okay?"

Miyuki lifted her eyes to face Fujimura.

A shaky smile came over her features.

"Yeah I'm fine. That's… that's great news. It will be good for White. They always wanted to ride an airplane…" She trailed off, trying to keep her composure. "Do you need help clearing this place up? I imagine you'll get in trouble if it stays like this."

Fujimura stared at her for a long time.

"Sure, I'd appreciate that. I'll just go get some boxes to put all this stuff in."

"Great… just great…"

The door closed behind him.

For a moment there was nothing but silence.

"They're gone… White… Black… gone… Black… Black's gone…"

Miyuki's shoulders began to shake.

Tears ran down her face.

She sank to her knees.

Each sob became louder, angrier, more desperate than the last until she was curled over on the floor, bawling her eyes out.

Grief.

Rage.

Betrayal.

Pain.

All of these and more racked her very soul while she clutched at herself and let out everything she could.

From behind the door, Fujimura listened to the girl crying.

Part of him wanted to go in and comfort her, but over the years he'd gotten to know Miyuki well enough to realise that it wouldn't help.

So he turned and walked away, leaving her alone in that room.

Alone.

All alone.

Always alone.

Just like she'd always been.

Just like she always would be.