Anthy stands in the centre of the greenhouse. Around her, north east south and west, float four glass coffins, and inside them four women. Susannah, long-legged and serene; River smiling untroubled; Meg relaxed; Utena peaceful.

It's silent; even the fountain makes no noise. The water's halted in midair.

( And Chuchu -- Chuchu isn't here.)

Anthy's moving blindly across the grass, toward the greenhouse. The sun is fierce; long, sharp-edged shadows stretch behind her, and the heat gives the illusion of (smoke) a shimmer in the air.

But the sunlight makes no impression on the darkness of the greenhouse, and the door swings shut behind her without a sound.

Her eyes adjust. It's not the