Back in Oshawa, Kira's eyes fluttered open. She was lying in a hospital bed again, but this room felt different, smaller, quieter, stripped of the endless noise of machines. The dream she had just woken from still burned vividly in her mind. An erotic dream. With Kentaro.
Her face remained expressionless, but inside she knew: she couldn't let herself forget it. Humans often forget their dreams eventually, slipping away no matter how hard they try to hold onto them. So Kira reached for her phone on the nightstand and immediately began furiously typing. Every detail. Every position. Every angle. Nothing could be left out.
Her fingers danced across the screen at a speed that almost looked inhuman.
Milly, who had fallen asleep, slumped against Kira's leg, stirred from the furious clicking. Slowly, she lifted her head, eyes half-lidded, until she realised what Kira was doing.
"K-Kira?!" She gasped, jolting upright.
