Years later on Yūsei…
A cold breeze zips through the house, a sign of fall coming. The paper screen doors rattle, and Jiro takes the time to walk through the hallways and close any of the outer doors. The sunlight is strong today, but not strong enough to keep the chill out of the air. Lying in a rectangle of light on the floor, Kumo sleeps the afternoon away. Silly dog. He thinks he owns the place.