Several hours earlier...
Hiroki was helping his parents to get ready for the evening. His mother was making his costume, his father was putting up the decorations. He was fetching things, holding things, and wishing he'd gone to school.
"Hiroki, could you fetch me a needle from the box?" asked his mother. He did so, and handed into to her. "Cheers, honey."
His father's voice came from downstairs. "Can someone take out the trash?"
"I will," yelled Hiroki, quickly heading to the kitchen and removing the bag. He carried it outside, leaving it by the other bin bags. On is way back into the house, he bumped into his father.
"Sorry about the workload, but could you make me a cup of tea?"
Hiroki mentally sighed. "Normal or sencha?"
His father frowned. "Sencha, of course."
"One cup of instant sencha coming up," he said, returning to the kitchen. He fetched the cup, selected the right tea bag and filled the kettle.
He was about to put it on when he saw... something.
A flash of light, and a sensation of movement... a speeding truck, horn blaring... a child bashing two toy cars together... a falling tree...
He blinked.
It was probably nothing.