[It had been months, so much had happened in the last of Deerington, and even in the short time here Makoto had experienced a lot. Almost drowning, having been attacked by crabs, turned out and called vile and a rotted soul. She was walking through the boardwalk in a dress similar to what you might find on a doll, her hair spilling over of her shoulders rather than pulled back. Despite the roughness of the wood she still didn't have any boots on and didn't seem to mind.

She had been looking at a dress in one of the shops when she heard something, a familiar voice. Turning around she caught a glimpse of him, of Atsushi. He might have been dressed differently, but it was him, it had to be. Makoto took a step and started to reach out but froze, what. . . what if he didn't remember. She remembered the first time they had met he'd flinched at even a light touch. What if he didn't remember her, if she hugged him it would cause a problem. Lowering her hand she held them crossed in front of her, speaking softly and looking down slightly. She hoped that he heard her, that he would remember.]

Sushi-kun, you're really here?

[Please be real this time, her heart wouldn't be able to withstand another hallucination of him.]