It's sunny when she climbs up out of the well.

As Kagome pulls herself up the thick, gnarled vines creeping through the top of the borehole, she lifts her nose, scenting the air. Everything smells fresh. Green. Bright.

Not wet.

With a sigh, she continues climbing. It was perhaps too much to hope for a reason to see him.

"Hey."

She looks up and sees Inuyasha peering back, his hand extended into the well. Gratefully, she grasps his wrist and lets him hoist her up.

"Thanks." Dusting off her hands, she looks up at the clear sky and smiles sadly.