It’s already late and the minor moon is setting when Jiro messages. They arrived at Hideki’s apartment and are going to start looking for Sasaki the next morning. I lie in bed with Kumo and stare out into space until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Sleep is not kind to me. I dream about the woods and forests and stars, and I wake up in the morning, sweating and exhausted. Jiro isn’t next to me. Instead, a big, white, hairy mound with four paws up in the air occupies his space. Dogs are strange.
Lucy treats me to coffee in the morning out on the porch, and we don’t talk about the men being gone. What’s done is done.