Momona gapes upward at Dustin with a bewildered expression of pie wide eyes and pinprick irises.

"M-Me?" As she points at her own face.

"What I am about to say is going to sound crazy," Dustin stated with a serious closed eyed expression, then opens his eyes to stare down at her with shrunken irises. "But ever since last year and almost every night . . . I dreamt of you! In that dream, I am in Japan and approaching a high school whose name I somehow know! All of the students would come out of it and you would be amongst them! You walked up to me and said, I understand! Then I wake up!"

Momona continues gaping up at Dustin.

"Well?" Dustin pressed. "What do you have to say?"

Momona's reply is to take out her cellphone and make a search. She shows Dustin what she found. That being the picture of himself back when he was arrested for having an inappropriate relationship with the female student in question.

"Ah, yes," he said upon lowering his head while making a close-eyed frown as a sweat drop runs down the side of his face, then raises his head to give her a regrettable smile. "So I have become renowned the world over. Are you the only one who knows about me?"

"No, two more do," Momona answered. "In fact, they were the ones who found you on the web and showed me. Then there is what you claimed, about how the gender and morality had reversed. They did not notice that but I did later on. But let me guess . . . you took ill and woke up in the hospital some several days later, right?!"

"Y-Yes!" Dustin gasped with a pie eyed pin pricked iris expression of shock.

"It happened to me too," Momona stated with an earnest expression. "I am from your world."

Dustin gasps with a relieved expression as tears form in the corners of his eyes.

"So I am not alone after all!"

"There is also another," Momona answered, then tells Dustin about Urisugi Haruo . . .

" . . . Whoa, he sure adapted to this world!" Dustin mused with a bemused expression. "It's a pity he got himself expelled though."

"Now what about you, Dasutin-san? How is it that you, a convicted felon, managed to make it to Japan?"

"Actually, I was not sent to prison; instead, I was sent to a mental hospital for a month for a psychiatric evaluation."

"What did they find out?"

"They found out it was not a mental illness, but they could not determine whether I was making it up or not. They instead concluded that I must have had a nervous breakdown . . . It was during my time in there that I started to have that dream about you. I was released with a hollow assurance that they could not determine what had happened to me."

"So they let you go? Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that. I think me being a man played a part."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"It means that back in our original world," Dustin explains, "women who had a nervous breakdown were more likely to be pitied, especially if they were attractive."

"Okay, I get it now," Momona noted with a wry expression.

"But that dream did not stop. I knew I had to investigate it and that meant going to Japan . . . I was at a loss over how to fund my investigation, until I had the most incredible stroke of luck: my grandmother passed away. She was a wealthy woman and she left me a modest fortune; which was odd really, because back in our original world, she disinherited every male related to her. But the point is that I got enough money to pursue my investigation . . . First, I studied Japanese and managed to learn it well enough to converse with a native like you. Not only that, it turned out that I stopped having those dreams for a time. Then I had them again . . . It also turned out that I would have them whenever I stopped pursuing that dream."

"So how did you manage to get a passport to enter Japan?"

"The funny thing is that I was expecting to be denied one, but as you can see it was not the case. Maybe it has to do with me being a man, or maybe not. Whatever the case was, I am just glad that I was able to come here and finally discover that you exist and are in the same boat as me."

"How did you find out where I live?"

"I followed you from that high school you left."

"Eh?" Momona said.

"First I located that high school on the internet. Remember, I somehow knew the name of that high school in my dream so I simply did a web search and found it. When I finally arrived in Japan last night, I did another search and found it on the map . . . I got up this morning and went on a search through my cellphone's map and found that high school. Not sure of what to do next, I checked out when schools get out for the day in Japan and learned that it was three thirty pm . . . I took the time by wandering around. As the time drew near, I returned and went into the park from across the high school and staked out the school. When the bell rang, I paid close attention . . . That was when I saw you with those two girls and followed you. I fought the urge to run up and confront you. So I carefully followed you and your friends . . . I was nervous the whole time, fearful that I was going to get discovered or lose sight of you. I almost did for a moment, but I saw you again. As your friends departed, I was able to keep up the pace better. Then I watched you enter this house, knowing this is where you live and . . . well you know the rest."

Momona is silent for a moment as she stares back up at him with a wry expression.

"Well?" Dustin asked.

"I . . . really don't know what to say," Momona finally answered.

"Say that you understand?" Dustin asked with a pleading expression.

"I understand," Momona said.

"I am glad," Dustin smiled. "Also, since I now know your address, is it possible that I could know your cellphone number too?"

Momona flinches with a bewildered expression and ponders.

Should I do that?! He committed a sexual offense, travelled halfway around the world to find me all because of a dream he kept having about me, found me, stalked me, and now wants to keep in touch with me?! What's wrong with this picture?!

Momona sighs as she dips her head while closing her eyes momentarily, then takes out her cellphone of which Dustin takes out his own as well.

"Here's my number," she said.

"Thank you," Dustin said. "And here is mine."

They each put their cellphones away. That is when Momona looks off to one side with a surprised look in her eyes.

"Amamiya, what brings you here?"

Dustin looks to see a somewhat tall pretty girl with long black hair done up in a ponytail with a hair clip in her bangs standing nearby and holding a box.

"I came to deliver these cookies to you," Nanami answered as she holds up the box. "My mom baked them as a thanks for the fish you gave us and inviting me to your Christmas party."

"Isn't that nice of her," Momona said respectfully. "I'm just helping this American with directions."

"Thank you," Dustin said to Momona and leaves.

Nanami stares after him, blushing.

"Amamiya?" Momona called, getting her attention as she opens the gate. "Do you want to come inside?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ichikawa, but I have an errand to run," Nanami said with a bow, then gives the cookies to Momona. "Thank you anyway."

Nanami turns to leave as her expression transforms into a scowl and her thoughts end up matching her expression.

Ichikawa Momona-san. At school during recess, you would repeatedly challenge me at badminton in front of the boys; you invited me to your Christmas party and in front of the girls taunted me for being a virgin; then you said you were helping that foreigner, but the truth was you were trying to pick him up. You really are trying to salvage your popularity with the boys, and ultimately overtake me! Unforgivable!

"Amamiya's mother baked these cookies as a thank you for the fish I gave her and inviting her to my Christmas party," Momona said as she walks up to her mother.

"Well isn't that nice of her," her mother said with a pleased expression as she takes the box and they enter the house. "But now let's talk about what you were talking about with that foreigner."

Momona stares at her mother with a fretful expression as her thoughts race over how to answer.

What the hell can I say to her?! That I got switched over with her actual daughter and so did he with his other self?! I could show her that report about Dasutin-san but she would just dismiss it as delusional! So how do I bullshit my way out of this?!

Momona sighs with closed eyes.

"He told me that he came here because he kept having the same dream about me for months," she finally answered.

"A dream about you?" Her mother asked with a skeptical expression.

"That is what he told me," Momona said simply with a shrug. "But I don't believe he's insane because he didn't say that we were destined to be together and he did take the time to study Japanese before coming here . . . He was just worried and concerned about what was happening to himself, so he travelled all the way to Japan to try and solve this bizarre mystery that's troubling him . . . But you watched the whole thing. Yes, he did give me a card with his name on it, along with the hotel he is staying in, along with my cellphone number and he gave me his. Then you watched him leave without incident."

Her mother stares back at her daughter in earnest thought. This causes Momona concern as her expression and thoughts show.

Aw, shit, mom's not buying it! I don't blame her really. If I become a mother and a foreign man showed up at my house asking to speak to my daughter, I would lock the door and call the police without hesitation. Wait! Why didn't mom do that at the beginning?

"I see," Momona's mother finally answered. "Well then maybe you can help him solve that mystery." Her expression whimsical.

"EH?! You're okay with this?!" Momona stated with a shocked expression.

"He hasn't caused any trouble."

Momona continues to gape in disbelief at her mother.

What the hell?! Isn't she afraid he might try to have his way-oh wait, that's right. She doesn't.

"Well then aren't you concerned that I might try to . . . you know," Momona asked modestly.

"Are you?" Her mother leered playfully.

"No!" Momona proclaimed while raising her arms to cross her forearms.

"Are you sure? He was very handsome," her mother made a coquettish expression. "I mean, if he showed up here before you came home, I might have invited him inside to wait for you. I don't know if I would have made any moves on him . . . but I would feel tempted." As she leers.

Momona scowls at that thought as sweat drops run down her face. Then it comes to her.

I guess this situation is like back in my world where if a beautiful foreign blonde woman were to come to a house where only the man and his teenage son were at home, and she wanted to speak to the son. Wait, then does that mean dad is going to be concerned? After all, back in my world, the mother of said son would be concerned if said foreign woman were to come looking for her son.