As he watches the setting sun, some of the dancers stop and point in the opposite direction. Other people on the beach have noticed as well, as Koutarou can see them packing their stuff and leaving.

If he turns to look, he can see dark, heavy clouds roiling over the coast town. The owner of the ghettoblaster picks it up and starts moving towards the town. Some of the dancers follow him, others dissipate and go on their own ways. The girl in the gold bikini briefly brushes Koutarou's shoulder as she walks past. "See you around, handsome."

It doesn't feel like she really means it. A cold breeze blows over the beach. It might remind Koutarou of his lack of clothes or, perhaps more pressingly, his lack of knowing where all his other clothes are.

On the background, a white van has driven next to the bar and the bartender is packing his remaining products in it. There some tall pale guy in grey jeans and a black motorcycle jacket helping him out.