Unfortunately, that was the first thing I checked. Every time it's 'Unable to navigate to destination', no matter what it was. Even Palaces I knew for a fact still existed.

And, after a moment's reflection, he added, Probably... not all that much worse than not having left mine for two weeks.

And that was that, commitment made. He was going to do this. Talk... to Futaba. Without anyone else present.

This was probably going to be the second-hardest thing he'd ever done- nothing had ever been harder than the walk away from the police station last november- but this... felt more right than anything else he'd done had.

Take-out curry was a poor offering, probably. So was the rice and naan it came with. But it was something.

So it was, at three in the afternoon, Goro Akechi found himself waiting outside an unfamiliar treehouse, trying to work himself up to the arduous task of knocking on the damn door.

No. No, this was a stupid idea. He set the take-out on the step and started walking, pulling out his book. Something came up, need to cancel, you understand, he thought, and almost wrote it, the tip of his pen poised mere millimeters from paper.

What he wrote instead was I'm outside.