Naru was completely and utterly annoyed; Monk's cellphone was not only turned off, but his inbox was completely filled, meaning Naru was unable to even leave a message, much less get through to him. He angrily pressed the end call button. He'd lost count of how many times he had tried to get through in the past hour. Naru lay back against the headrest. He had no other way to get in touch with Monk or the others, so he was forced to sit in the van with Lin, forced to scan the crowd of departing high school students for Mai, forced to become more and more frustrated as each student passed.

Eventually the crowds thinned as students began making their way home or to after school activities and with no sign of Mai, Naru said without turning towards Lin, "Let's go back to the office."

Mai and Makoto had passed the school hours watching nothing but bad daytime TV and scolding the people who appeared on it.

"Look at that dumbass! He should know better than to try and have an affair with that girl's sister, she's not blind!" Makoto would shout this (and far worse obscenities) at the TV as Mai quietly agreed, her mind still focused entirely on Naru. Why was he back, now, after nearly a year of no word.

She thought back to her last experiences with him before he returned to England: She had finally decided to tell him how she felt, but then he had the nerve to tell her that it was impossible for her to like him. That the only person she liked was his twin. It was probably the only time that Naru had had humbled himself in front of her, the only time he had said that he wasn't the great person he was.

Maybe she should just drive by the office, just to see if it really was Naru back in Japan and not just some sort of figment of her imagination, to see if he really was back to start up SPR again and get the gang back together.

But even if he had decided to, was it possible for Mai to go back to that life? She had changed over the last year. It was more than just bleached hair and tattoos and piercings, it went so much deeper than that. Deeper even than scars on her arms, a broken jaw, and cracked ribs.