"H-Hinazuki...what's going on?" Satoru couldn't help but feel frightened for Kayo's sake. Considering that he had already failed to protect her once, he was afraid to let any potential landmines go off in her vicinity. He couldn't afford to fail a second time. So he questioned her, "Did you see someone? Anyone enter this place?"

Kayo realized what she was doing, however: latching onto him quite firmly for both of their own good. She wasn't even paying heed to a single thing he was saying, now going through several different scenarios in her head of how this miracle could've happened. Still hugging him, of course.

She realized that it was useless to try and figure out things, at least for the moment, and so she decided to be extremely blunt. "You have to run away."

Satoru's eyes widened. "Wh-what?"

"You have to run away from this place. As soon as possible." She faced him, her face straining to stay placid and calm, but absolutely tearing itself apart in fear. " Take everything you need, take your mother with you, j-just," Stop stammering, stop wasting time, "just get out of this town."

"What are you talking about!?" was all Satoru could exclaim. "What happened last night!?"

Useless. Useless!

It was at this point that Kayo realized she couldn't just explain everything she had been though throughout the past week - or, future week, or - it didn't matter, point was that Satoru needed to be pressured somehow and persuaded to get himself as far away from her and the town as possible.

She knew that she'd wanted him to stay, and she knew that she'd just told him to never leave her, but she knew that if he were to remain in this town, he was in danger of being killed. She roughly pulled herself away from Satoru, marched over to the box that had been kicked by the mysterious adult who had invaded the bus a night ago, and pulled it downward, exposing a roll of rope, leather boots, a facemask, and other suspicious tools. All of which crashed unceremoniously to the ground.

Satoru stared at the tools and equipment in horror and confusion. Kayo said, "You're trying to protect me, aren't you?" Satoru didn't know what to say in response, only turning his gaze to her now, puzzled and extremely taken aback by all that was happening. "There's someone after me. You know that there's someone after me, and you want to prevent that from happening. That's why you always helped me out when I needed it, right?"

Satoru continued staring, "H-Hinazuki, how did you-?"

"I know," she uncharacteristically exclaimed. But she recomposed herself immediately afterward. "Don't ask how I know. I just do. I'm not stupid. I know what these tools are for," because of you, "and I know what you've been trying to do."

Satoru looked at her resolutely, "Hinazuki, there's more to it than just-"

"I don't care," she exhaustedly growled out, already exasperated with his persistence. She'd seen him die once and she'd lived with it for a week, she wasn't about to live through another when she could prevent it! "You are not arguing with me over this."

Listen to me, God, help him listen to me.

She needed him to get out of here. What was she going to do? She was just a kid. Was she going to find this murderer and put him to justice, parading him around as a symbol of her triumph? No. She'd probably die. And she was fine with that, but she wasn't whenever Satoru's face would enter her mind, cold and lifeless and dead and pale and-

"Kayo!" Satoru noticed the tears through her anger before she even had, and had his hands on her shoulder to contrast with his rough and demanding voice. "Calm. Down. Please."

Kayo exhaled, her cheeks and nose red, her eyes puffy and her tears flowing. Nevertheless, she had a fixed and somewhat grouchy gaze upon Satoru, like she was tired of trying to explain herself and tired of not being listened to, not being heard. Satoru had been the first person to hear her. And now he wasn't even trying to.

So I'll make him. "You died," was all she could murmur, mutter.

If he wasn't going to listen, she'd make him.

"Wait, what?" asked Satoru. "What are you talking about?"

She sniffled, her gaze turning into a tearful glare, and she was just starting to fall apart. "You died."

"...did you...," Satoru began, grasping her shoulders, "have a bad dream?"

"It wasn't a dream," she grunted, shaking her shoulders free from his hands. "Dreams don't last seven days."

It was at this point that Satoru lifted his head and had a neutral gaze upon her. "Kayo..." This allowed her to continue.

"You managed to get me away from my mother. Or, you will. I don't know how to say it. It doesn't matter. I then go with my grandmother to Sapporo, and then I hear what happened or happens or what will happen to you sometime later on." She practically had to force that statement out, and she was hating how things had had to come to this. "I don't remember how long it is before you drown. Your body is found in a car, trapped there in a seatbelt at the bottom of a frozen river. I-I," she couldn't help but stammer, and she kept on hating how much control of the situation she was losing so soon, "I cried, before waking up here, in this bus, and suddenly, you're alive again."

She was now furiously crying, trying to compose herself as she took the seat behind her, too overwhelmed by all the memories.

"It's not a dream," she said, grunting, "I know it's not a dream, I know...I know when something's a dream...," she knew how stupid she sounded and she knew how ridiculous he must have found her and she knew he was probably going to think she was crazy and never talk to her again, but she had to try something. Anything. "You have to run away. You can't die again."

And the two of them stayed silent for what felt like an eternity.

Satoru gritted his teeth. He clenched his fist. He gulped. He looked upset, confused, scared, unknowing what to say. Kayo figured that was a pretty understandable reaction, given all that she'd said.

But then he asked, "Before you...came back here, did you see anything unusual?"

Kayo blinked. "Unusual...?"

"Tell me," he stared at her determinedly. "It'd help a lot."

Kayo didn't know what he was talking about. She didn't understand what she could've seen that was unusual. All she'd remembered was crying in her grandmother's arms, falling asleep in the process, and then-

Wait.

Before she'd fallen asleep. Something flickering. Something bright and blue and hopeful and- "A butterfly," she responded. "A small, blue butterfly."

Satoru stared at her like he didn't know what to say. He then started taking in deep breaths. After about four seconds of doing this, and confusing Kayo in doing so, he said to her, "You weren't dreaming."

Kayo blinked again. "You...believe me?"

Satoru stared at her, invigorated. "I call it 'Revival.'"

Kayo widened her eyes, "You know what it is?"

Satoru melancholically stared at her, his shoulders loosening and his voice becoming somber. "Kind of. It's...it's a very long story. I think you need to sit down."

"What do you know about this?" she asked him. "How?"

"I've experienced it," he admitted. "More times than I can count. And...," he balled his hands into fists, "this is one of those times."

"What are you saying...?" Kayo shook her head.

"Like I said...it's a long story."