Sleep, the girl found, was becoming more of a foe than she first suspected. If Edgar was to be believed, it was blacking out times without her being in a position to fall asleep in the first place. If not, then she suspected that whatever caused her amnesia was a recurring anomaly in her body; having already consumed her years, it now picked at her days and hours. It was as though the girl wasn't allowed to have a past, no matter when she made it.

But now, as she woke from some half-addled revenge scheme -- if sleep was going to catch her unawares, then she would face it head-on -- even the sleep she anticipated seemed no friendlier. This time there had been dreams. She could not remember them, not completely, but... somewhere in that short time, images remained. The cut of the military uniform was quite unlike those worn so recently here, but she could recognize it for what it was. Even burned to black threads, its soldier nothing more than charred skin and melted fat and scorched bone.

And laughter. Whose was it? Some person from her past? Or maybe...

Shaken, returning to sleep was definitely not on the girl's itinerary. At least she was still here in the Sun Room, where she'd fallen asleep, and it didn't seem like much time had passed. Surely not the absence of days Edgar claimed? She rose, intending to find anything to take her thoughts away from the fading dream that motion caught the corner of her eye.

Wasn't that...?

Well, he was waving to her, so fortune favored the man being Ryuuzaki. True, she hesitated, but she had no real reason to decline the obvious invitation. The girl took an adjacent chair, scrubbing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Hello..."

Not even her salutation could muster any sense of certainty.