The intercom message was summarily ignored when it sounded. Rangiku stood up and retrieved her katana, slipping it solemnly into the sash around her waist. There were the candles too. She felt woefully unprepared for what it was that she needed to do, but that was just the way that things went. Could one ever be prepared for the death of a friend?

With a soft sigh, she stepped out into the corridor.