Thinking Too Much [Narrative]
Characters: Naoto Shirogane
Content: Naoto's thinking about everyone back home, and feeling guilty about the fact that they're probably worried sick.
Location: Amsterdam Court Hotel
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: None
Homesickness was probably a common problem here. Naoto didn't doubt that. How could you not feel a bit homesick after being torn from the place you were supposed to be with no conceivable way to get back?
The others, Souji, Yousuke, Chie, Yukiko, Kanji, Rise, and Teddie...what did they think had become of her? Where did they think she had gone? She knew full well that she wouldn't appear on the Midnight Channel. They'd saved her after all, and if what she was told was to be believed --and she had no reason to believe it to be false-- nobody who had been rescued ended up back in the shadow world. Not that she was there now anyway, but they wouldn't be searching it for her. Rise's Persona could locate people if she knew who to look for...but it only worked inside the television. Even if she could use it in the outside world, Naoto doubted she could locate her.
Even if the killer didn't throw her back, there were plenty of other things that could have happened to her. The lot of them did not need this right now. They had to focus on catching the killer, not worry about her. And she knew they'd be worried about her, because that's just the kind of people they were. They worried about everyone. They'd waste valuable time worrying about her, and maybe miss an opportunity to discern the identity of the killer.
And then there was her grandfather. Her grandfather, who had taken care of her all this time...what would he think? He had probably come to wake her up that morning, only to find her gone. She'd just returned from being missing, and now she'd disappeared again. That made her feel all the worse. She wasn't going to assume the rules of some sort of science-fiction scenario applied and believe she would only be gone for a moment. No, she was going to assume she was missing for the same amount of time she'd been here. Maybe by now they believed her to be dead.
This place was getting to her. Naoto trudged off, trying to find something, anything, to get her mind off this line of thought.
Content: Naoto's thinking about everyone back home, and feeling guilty about the fact that they're probably worried sick.
Location: Amsterdam Court Hotel
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: None
Homesickness was probably a common problem here. Naoto didn't doubt that. How could you not feel a bit homesick after being torn from the place you were supposed to be with no conceivable way to get back?
The others, Souji, Yousuke, Chie, Yukiko, Kanji, Rise, and Teddie...what did they think had become of her? Where did they think she had gone? She knew full well that she wouldn't appear on the Midnight Channel. They'd saved her after all, and if what she was told was to be believed --and she had no reason to believe it to be false-- nobody who had been rescued ended up back in the shadow world. Not that she was there now anyway, but they wouldn't be searching it for her. Rise's Persona could locate people if she knew who to look for...but it only worked inside the television. Even if she could use it in the outside world, Naoto doubted she could locate her.
Even if the killer didn't throw her back, there were plenty of other things that could have happened to her. The lot of them did not need this right now. They had to focus on catching the killer, not worry about her. And she knew they'd be worried about her, because that's just the kind of people they were. They worried about everyone. They'd waste valuable time worrying about her, and maybe miss an opportunity to discern the identity of the killer.
And then there was her grandfather. Her grandfather, who had taken care of her all this time...what would he think? He had probably come to wake her up that morning, only to find her gone. She'd just returned from being missing, and now she'd disappeared again. That made her feel all the worse. She wasn't going to assume the rules of some sort of science-fiction scenario applied and believe she would only be gone for a moment. No, she was going to assume she was missing for the same amount of time she'd been here. Maybe by now they believed her to be dead.
This place was getting to her. Naoto trudged off, trying to find something, anything, to get her mind off this line of thought.