Aoko didn't know what caused this. Was it her loneliness? Has she grown bored with the familiar cold and stillness that her house now is? Either way, as she stood face to face with this one visage she had came to love and associate with Kaito; covered in white, hat on the floor and mouth agape. "I can explain," a bare whisper, but she was already gone.

"He tries not to watch this fascinating form of dance – the hair swinging just below her chin and the way she occasionally calls his attention to something on the road. He's realizing he's not as composed as he thought." Kiryu/Saki.