"How did you do it?" Nagito asked Hajime as he leaned over the table, prompting the other three boys to groan. He had asked the same question over and over already, apparently not wanting to go without an answer.

"Shut up!" next to him, Fuyuhiko placed his hand on his face, pushing the white haired student roughly back into his seat.

"They look as unreliable as ever..." Mahiru scoffed as she observed the boys interactions from across the room. Sonia and Akane took a look at them next, laughing when they saw Nagito's chair completely collapse under him.

"They're not so bad," Sonia argued for them, earning a doubting glance from the photographer.

"How did you manage to do that?" they heard Kazuichi ask as he leaned over, examining the now disassembled piece of furniture. The boy in question shrugged as he raised his arms, and jumped back when the table they were sharing collapsed as well.

"Does that look 'reliable' to you?" the redhead pointed at them, letting her brow go up as high as it could.

"They've been doing their best..." Sonia tried again to reassure, a bit concerned when she took a second glance at the scene unfolding across the room.

"Hold on, don't start without me!" Nagito shouted as the other boys stood up and began to exit. The girls watched as they left, leaving Nagito alone, scrambling to clean the mess made by his bad luck.

After a successful first attempt, Hinata was eager to continue in welcoming the others into consciousness. Up next, by the will of a certain yakuza, was Pekoyama Peko, the Ultimate Swordswoman.

"Don't you think this is happening too soon?"

"I think that as long as there's no one here with murderous intent, then we should be fine."

Fuyuhiko was questioning Hajime's decision to keep things going so quickly, when Kazuichi slammed his opinion on the conversations table. The mechanic had the eyes of them both glued to him at that moment, Kuzuryu clicking his tongue when Hinata let a light laugh escape past his lips.

"Did you just laugh?" the baby faced young man shoved a finger in the face of the accused.

"He's pretty spot on, though." was his justification. "I probably would have worded it a little differently, but yeah."

"I need a fresh face to talk to. Anyone would be better than you two and the one armed preacher. Let's get this show on the road."

"Everyone is here?" his body snapped quickly during his turnaround, the ahoge atop his head twitching as it fought against the whipping air. He didn't even see if anyone was opening their mouth to speak, his eyes quickly scanning over them and taking role, before his body swiveled to view the task at hand.

Compared to the previous instance, this felt ever more gratifying. It was no test, no guess, it was fact, he could wake the comatose in a way only he could. But part of him didn't care at all.

The ability wasn't new anymore, it was his, and it had already been done. There was no curiosity, no pondering whether success was obtainable. There was no further interest in the matter.

He hadn't even done it twice yet, and it already seemed as trivial as breathing.

"There."

But he could take solace knowing it was done.

Her eyes were open, widening and then closing partly, overhead lights too bright to stare at. A quick need to rise came to mind before anything else, her body shooting up before stopping a quarter way up as weakness overcame her.

"Here," a warm hand slid under her back before lifting her up, leaving her in a sitting position. Her vision flashed as her eyes fluttered open and closed, tears forming to wash away the dryness.

"Let me guess, she can't move her damn legs."

A familiar voice was followed be hastened footsteps, before he came into view.

"My master, is that you?"

"Don't call me that, dammit.

"I can leave her in your care, then?" Hajime asked Fuyuhiko as the others slowly began approaching, voicing their welcomes as they did so. Fuyuhiko only nodded, and Hajime asked no further questions, taking a step back before turning to walk away. But before he could get too far, Kazuichi's body appeared before him, narrowly avoiding collision.

"You're not sticking around this time?" he stopped to asked.

"I figured I'd give her and Fuyuhiko their space."

"Alright, cool! C'mon, I got something to show you."

Hinata didn't choose to object or ask why, following him as he walked outside. The mechanic spontaneously shouted "Meet me at the airport!" before running to the facility, leaving him standing alone, curious.

"What's going on out here?" Koizumi's voice came from behind him as he was about to take his first step. From out of the building came the redhead along with the other girls, Komaeda also slinking out behind them silently. Hinata gave them each a quick passing glance, knowing very well what must have transpired inside.

"The little man told us all to get lost." Akane explained, briefly and eloquently.

"So, where were the two of you running off to?" Sonia spoke next.

"Come with me and find out, I guess."

The airport here in reality was far smaller than the one portrayed in the simulation. Other than the fact that it was in the same place, there were no other similarities. In fact, this was more like a small private airfield than an airport. The area was littered with dingy looking bi and seaplanes, some more decrepit than others, a few even looking brand new.

"Isn't this place amazing?!" Soda surprised the group, springing out from behind an oil drum as he conveyed his feelings for this mechanical paradise.

"Someone's feeling a lot better," Sonia giggled.

"I'm faking blissful ignorance, but that's not the point!" he turned and ran, quickly disappearing behind some scattered planes, towards the rear of the field. The others quietly voiced doubts and concerns, before following him.

"This is exciting! I'm sure the Ultimate Mechanic has prepared something wonderful for us!" Nagito voiced his assumption, and then ran off ahead of the others, his empty sleeve flapping wildly in the wind.

In the back of the airfield, Kazuichi and Nagito were waiting, the latter standing atop what was presumably a large machine, with a larger blue tarp draped over it. Rather than saying anything, he acted, returning to the ground to grasp the cover by a corner and yanking it off in one pull.

"A boat?"

"It's a barge!"