<span style="color: #0080FF">Gale walked around the shrine for a little bit after his prayer, enjoying the serenity of it all as he circle the area. When he finally ended up back by his bag he lifted the strap over his shoulder and left the serene place behind as he went back into town. He was headed to his home in the residential are B, his route taking him by the park, when he saw the flashing lights of police cars and ambulance trucks. He was more than curious, but he didn't want to be one of the gawkers who ran up on a scene and got in the way. He could help but wonder what might've happened though...<br/><br/>He was walking along the side walk past the Yamada Inn he almost bumped into a man, Kei, when he was moving past the owner and police. He overheard something about the man's son being hospitalized but unconscious in passing, but their voices faded as he kept walking. He stopped by a convenience store to buy a drink when he head the full story playing on the news behind the counter. Now the park scene made a lot more sense to him, but how did a bunch of missing men end up in a park in the middle of the day? <br/><br/>He shrugged off the thoughts, no pieces of some grand puzzle falling into place for him, and left the store after paying for his drink. He popped it open, taken a cool of gulp of wonderful carbonation, enjoying that almost burning feeling you get from the first sip of a drink. He began to wonder about what he should make for dinner tonight, and he needed to cook for his parents. They both worked at Iwamura Medical, so realistically they could be gone as long as might be needed if either of them happens to be working on the unconscious men.</span><span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">Do they work the nightshift tonight</span>?</span><span style="color: #0080FF">he thought, looking worlds away as he walked down the sidewalk and sipped his drink.<br/><br/>He finally made it home, kicking off his shoes in the front area and pushing them near the wall before walking further into the house. He made it into the living, tossing his back on a chair before letting himself fall onto the sofa, his phone suddenly ringing and surprising him a little bit. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">"Hello?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow... why, what's up?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, the beach sounds great... Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow. Talk to ya later."</span><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><br/>He laid his head back, reaching over and setting his drink on the coffee table, before yawning and closed his eyes. He had homework to do, but he was beginning to feel a nap coming on.</span>