>>Week 8; Monday morning; Himeko Inaba

[Bright and early Monday morning, there's a knock on Inaba's door. Who could it be? Well, if she guessed Faize, she'd be right because that's who it is! But if she was expecting or hoping for somebody else...sorry, shit out of luck. You get the alien. The nice, non-dead alien, that is. The one you don't need ouija candy to talk to.]

[His face is set in an almost resolute sort of way. He doesn't look quite back to his old self just yet but...he looks better than he did this weekend, at least. He's not quite as detached anymore. Even if it looks like he took Inaba's advice that "it's alright to cry" at some point last night. Possibly all night, because his face has the distinctly puffy look of someone who might have cried themselves to sleep.]

Good morning, Inaba. I hope I'm not disturbing you, but there is a matter I need to discuss with you, should you have the time.