Masako had set the tray down in front of Hisao on the red cushion that was his in the sitting room.  She though perhaps it would be wise to get the small blanket he kept nearby for when he got the chills, and turned back to the room to get it.  Why was she the responsible one?  Why did it seem as though she were the only person in the house with common sense?  Her thoughts were cut short when she returned to the room to find her sister on the floor.<br/><br/>"Kisa?" Her voice seemed calm, but there was a quaver in it that could indicate she was quite disturbed.  "Kisa are you alright?  Can you hear me?"  In worrying about the window and Hisao that she wasn't paying attention to her sister while leaving.  She could see the moise mixture of blood and tears on her face and knelt beside her.  "Kisa-ane, can you stand?"