An hour and three helpings of sashimi later, Hitsugaya was still waiting for the answer to his previous question. Why was she here? Miyoko was busy scraping the last bits of food from the bottom of the basket with a pair of chopsticks, her braids hanging down in front of her face. He sighed. This had been a long day. The sun was start to sink in the west and the light blinded him through the open window. He put up an arm to block it, and glanced over at Miyoko. Now she was leaning back against the wall, eyes closed. He had tried rushing her, but yet again, she had replied that they had all the time in the world. How was that possible? His squad, as well as all of the others, were missing, and he still had no idea where they were. Hitsugaya's brow furrowed as he reached the brink of his patience.
"Miyoko-," he started, but she raised a finger to her lips, indicating silence. He narrowed his eyes, but didn't speak. She slowly opened her eyes and stared at him.
"Isn't it quiet?" she asked, bright eyes twinkling. He looked away.
"Yeah, and it isn't supposed to be either. If you'd kindly just tell me what you're doing here so I can go and-," he began again.
"And what? Captain Hitsugaya saves the day?" she said sarcastically, chuckling. "Just relax. Don't make me tell you again about time…"
"Fine, whenever you're ready, I'll be outside," he said angrily, getting up from his crouched position on the floor and leaving through the right sliding door.
Outside the air was cool and he was again left alone with his thoughts.