"Right, so you're free now...um...there's breakfast...at the restaurant." Kazuichi had locked eyes with Nagito, who was sitting still on his bed. The sun had rose a few hours ago, however people were just now waking up. The only people who were still asleep were Akane and Hajime, and the others didn't want to disturb them again. Soda had already tried, and received a very convincing threat from the gymnast that would make anyone uneasy. "So, I'm leaving now...see ya later...I guess."

It was awkward trying to talk to Nagito like everything was normal. It wasn't showing right now, but there was a side to him that just couldn't be forgotten. His twisted point of view was enough to drive him to kill even himself after all. Soda felt like it was wrong to allow him to walk about freely, as did the others. The only reason that he wasn't tied up right now was that Hajime had brought him back. They didn't know how it happened, but until they did, they would exercise caution around him.

"Wait, where are you going?" the mechanic flinched when he was stopped from leaving as he wanted. He turned around, and his eyes locked on to Nagito's once again.

"I've gotta...go back over there. Where everyone else is still laid up! I-I'll see ya later!" he didn't give him a chance to stop him again, swiveling around and running away as fast as he could. Nagito stood up from his bed and went to his door, where he could see Kazuichi running out of the hotel and in the direction of the control room.

'Look, I just want to eat some food, and go back to bed. Just, go and do whatever. As long as you show up tonight so someone can lock you up again.'

Fuyuhiko had told him off when he had asked how the day would usually be spent. Before telling him to go away, all he really said was that nothing happens until the next person wakes up. It could be assumed that if he tried to interact with anyone to pass the time, they would act nervously, and maybe even run away like Soda did.

"The day to myself, hm?" after talking to Fuyuhiko at the restaurant, Nagito had quickly returned to his cottage without eating. The idea of a free day brought a small bit of excitement, and he wanted to make the best of the time he had. Thoughts going by quickly, he had decided to stop at the beach first. As close and accessible as it was, it made for an easy first choice.

"It'll be just like the first day," he talked to himself as he walked to his destination, recalling the brief time everyone swam at the beginning of the 'school trip'. He remembered that the skies suddenly became pitch black, at the series of events that would come after. That was the exact point in time when things all went south. "It's almost ironic."

He stopped as soon as he felt the sand beneath his feet. Unlike that moment, the sky was bright and blue, free of any and all clouds. And he was alone. This couldn't be any farther from that moment as it already was. As he started walking towards the shore he started to undress. First his jacket, then his shirt. Then came his shoes and socks, his pants remaining. He left his now folded clothes under a palm tree, and rolled up his pant legs as tightly as he could, stopping just above his knees.

The water was unbelievably cold. And that was just the tide rolling over his bare feet. As he walked against and into the waves it only became colder, a welcoming feeling as the hot sun beat down on his pale skin. He quickly found the best position to enjoy himself, floating on his back, eyes closed.

He became unaware of where the waters were carrying him, unable to notice anything except the gentle rocking of his body atop the waves.

"Where are my-" after some time, about 45 minutes, Nagito had ended up ashore. He was thrown off, not seeing his clothes or the palm tree he had left them under. Trudging through the sand he could notice that this seemed like a different beach. There were no trees here, and the road leading to the hotel was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh no...Ha! Hahaha! Ahahaha!" he couldn't control his laughter. He had in fact, drifted far away from where he had came from. If he wasn't at another beach on the same island, then he was definitely at the beach of another island entirely. "It didn't even feel like I was floating that long! Kamukuraaaa! Sodaaaa!"

He called out their names, in case they happened to be in earshot. There was no answer. He laughed again, and continued walking down the beach. The sand was getting deeper as he moved away from the shore, his feet almost becoming covered in the grains.

"Ow," his toe had hit something beneath a mound of sand he was walking by. He tripped over and fell as well, covering his still damp body in the rough substance. "What?"

He lifted his right foot and brought it down on the mound with a thud. He was expecting his leg to go through, surprised that it stopped at the surface. Getting on his knees he began brushing away the sand with his right hand.

"A boat!" is what he found after a considerable amount of cleaning. It was a rowboat, oars and all. Along with that was a clear white shopping bag that held what we're probably someone's supplies for a day on the water. Inside were a few water bottles and some now very rotten fruits. He tossed the food aside, and threw the bottles into the boat before moving on.

Feet finally off of the sand, Nagito was met with a rather dense patch of trees. He wanted to continue moving forward but couldn't help but feel that he was being watched. Casting aside his nervousness he took a step forward, only to wish that he hadn't.

From the lowest branch of the nearest tree a snake was now hanging down. It's body and head were both massive for such a creature, the word "giant" being the perfect descriptive term. Nagito froze as it fell to the floor, revealing the extra five or so feet that hid in the tree branches.

And then it started chasing him.

He spun on his heels as the animal shot forward. He ran back towards the beach, peeking back to see his pursuer as he moved. When he came to the boat he rammed into the back of it, pushing it forward as fast as possible.

'The water!' was the only escape he could think of as he continued moving the boat across the small dunes of sand. Luckily enough for him the boat was made to be very light, it's metal easily sliding its way to the shore.

As soon as the boat hit the water he tried to jump in, falling on his back with his left leg hanging out. He smiled, happy that he made it, until he felt a slimy feeling take over his leg. Sitting up and peeking out over the edge, he could see the sake, it's mouth wrapped around his limb. It moved up and up his leg, stopping a few inches from his knee.

"Oh, you poor, poor thing. You don't have any teeth?" the 'bite' didn't hurt at all. He actually thought it felt more like he was wearing a wet sock. "Let go, little guy. You're gonna drown if you follow me out here. Come on, shoo. Shoo!"

He lifted up one of the oars and poked it on the nose. And again. And again. As the boat floated further out the snake loosened the hold it had on him. Eventually it slipped off after being nudged by a few waves. Nagito quickly brought in his leg, and then stood up to watch the large serpent swim back to shore.

And now he was drifting on the water again.

Nagitos eyes were currently darting back and forth between his stump and the set of oars. If he had tried to do so, rowing with only one arm would cause him to go in circles. And trying to row on the right and left sides with only one arm would leave him easily exhausted.

*Splash!* he flinched at the sound. The feeling of cold water splashing onto his torso brought his attention away from his lack of an arm, and to the water. Under his vessel he bore witness to a school of fish, the type of which he didn't recognize. It was a sight to behold, observing them as they swam together, breaching the water to jump towards the sky.

But it quickly became overwhelming. All of a sudden there were fish jumping all around him, some even landing inside the boat. One after another the fish surrendered their lives, filling the boat in a matter of minutes.

"Where is this guy..." Soda had been waiting for awhile to lock up Komaeda, but he hadn't shown up yet. He was beginning to grow suspicious of him. Could he have been planning something against the rest of them?

"Ha...hah...I'm...im here," he heard Nagito's voice coming from near the gates, along with a loud scraping sound. The Ultimate Lucky student slowly rounded the corner...dragging half of a metal boat behind him. He stopped pulling it at the midpoint between the cottages, and pulled his folded clothes and shoes out of the useless piece of metal. He slowly limped past Kazuichi and into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"What...what the hell happened to him?" the remaining half of the boat was filled with dead fish, and had smoke coming off of where it was separated from its other half, which seemed to have been burnt as well. "What has he been doing all day?"