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[halfemptyglasses]

It's been nearly a week since Mirai accidentally found this strange place. And while she misses some things, she finds others easier to live without. (Why does she keep a blog again? Her lip twitches at the thought of people complaining about her overposting once she puts her backlog up.) The one thing proving to be a challenge, other than actually talking to people, is that Observation Window.

And even then, Mirai finds it less intimidated once she's watched it long enough for it to loop. It's almost hypnotic. It may be, strange as it might seem, what she needed to see. Cosmic insignificance can be comforting, especially when curled on a couch with a pot of green tea.

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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai gives him a nod and slowly makes her way up the stairs, her gentle footsteps hidden behind the occasional thump from resting her suitcase on the step.

At one point she looks back over her shoulder, but only once.

[herr_bookman]

Autor raises his hand in a wave and smiles a little when she looks back, in a manner that he hopes is encouraging.

The smile fades when she turns away, and he fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket, still crumpled and damp from her tears. He sits and stares at it for a long while, long after his tea goes cold.