Naminé didn't have any plans to go out that night, since she had no one to go with. She wondered if her roommate, if she ever got a new one, would have some idea of what to do, or even let her tag along, but the room was just as empty when she stepped back in it.

Maybe they had noticed her curse and decided to have her room with no one. It made sense from their viewpoint, as Naminé's misfortune of having people she knew disappear was probably depriving them of valuable patients, but the thought only made her more depressed.

So did the news of the death of the radio man, which came to her first on the Intercom. Naminé had kept her radio on, hoping that this news wasn't true, but when the radio did turn on, it was to play what Naminé assumed was some kind of tribute. And then... another person?

He wasn't working alone, it seemed. Naminé decided that if nothing else, she would wait and see if 'Jill' would provide any more hints. But as luck would have it (quite literally), someone decided to pay her a visit.

"Luxord?" She could not forget that voice. So he wasn't mad at her for earlier! ... Not that he could be mad, to begin with, but the Gambler was still good at expresses disdain for people he didn't like.