"What took you so long, Satoru?" Kã-san asked.
I had returned back home as Yashiro had been hauled off to the police.
"I went to the hockey game. It went a bit long," I replied.
"I see."
My life went normally. Although I had to relive 20 or so years, I lived them out happily. In the end, I became a manga artist like before, and even wrote the same manga again. Due to that, I was able to write it even better this time around. I took Hiromi's place as Kayo's spouse; I figured that might happen. Kayo and I had a son, instead of a daughter like last time. Yashiro was finally gone. I made sure the key to his lock was thrown away. In the end, I didn't have to relive history again. In the end, I was happy.