[ Fuuka has left her communicator on the kitchen table. It overlooks a small apartment-slightly messy, some flowers in pots scattered around, and a couch against a wall. Fuuka can be seen curled up on one end, book in lap, reading, not paying attention to anything else ( Read more... )

[ Set after this log. ]

... Shirato-kun...

[ And then she's just silent for a minute. Breathing, too slow and measured. Breathe in for five, hold for three, breathe out for five. Gathering herself back together. ]

... he's dead.

[ Silence. Her voice cracks, breaks, on the next sentence: ]

... I-I can't stay here-

[ And then there's a silence ( Read more... )

I've finally gotten better... so, I'm leaving the hospital and returning home-that is, to Horton. I'm sorry for missing so much, everyone. But, I'm feeling better than ever. I'll try to quickly get back into the swing of things.

[ POLICE LOCKI can come back to work now. I'm sorry. I've missed a lot. Can someone tell me what's been going on ( Read more... )

Thank goodness it's getting light again. But, even so... the power is still out in most places, right ( Read more... )

Seventeen injured... and twelve dead.

[ POLICE LOCK ]

I only counted severe injuries, there are probably dozens more with cuts and bruises... Honestly, I'm not too sure about either number-but the more time goes by, the harder it is to be sure, and... [ and she cuts herself off. And... yawns....S- sorry about that ( Read more... )