When at last Moroe's lungs gave out, she stood shakily in the chilly workshop, gasping for air. It wasn't often that an impulse like that took hold of her. She reached out a hand to steady herself, before realising that there was nothing beside her; Or, in this case, nobody. She looked around in confusion, searching for the person who should have been brought running by that scream. Where was Hajime? He should have made it back by now.

Oh. Right. Probably dead. Yet another lost soul who'd reached out to her in vain. She trudged up the stairs, conscious of how empty the house felt. It had been nice to have company for a while; She could admit that now. Upon reaching the bedroom, Moroe once again let herself collapse into bed, fully dressed. This time she didn't take any sleeping pills. Maybe she didn't want to face the dreams that would come; Or maybe she was waiting for Hajime to come walking through the door, carrying a happy Shiki in his arms...