Friday, 1.16am, Silence.

I know I just woke up because it suddenly became very black and all I could see was... nothing.'

Seconds before that I was dreaming that same strange dream again.

I wonder for a moment if I was going to know who the man in my dreams really is in real life. Is this real? Is he real?

Or is he only part of my imagination? My too vivid imagination.

He can't have anything to do with... him, can he?

I mean... if you really think about it, sure, the dreams came with... Ryo.

But the man isn't him. The man isn't him at all.

I am sure of it.

Am I?

Maybe this is all the guilt that I am feeling from yesterday.

I felt so embarrassed that I couldn't bear to look at him today. Or yesterday, when I was in the lift. And I saw him.

His eyes glazed over me, top to toe. Then he kept silent.

I can keep silent too, you know. It's not as if I had to speak every second.

But I couldn't help but wonder...

Well, since he was SO HELPFUL, why couldn't he just ask more?