Time passes as he plays the panflute, playing a tune that sounds, of all things, Celtic.  It was a rather somber, restrained sounding tune that he played. It was oddly soothing for him, both hearing the tune he played, and the act of playing itself.<br/><br/>He was unaware of what Kanashii was up to, or thinking. In fact, very little is going on in his mind right now, a welcome change from how it ran all day for him. All day, every day, it felt like his mind was going a mile a minute, and some times with three or four different trains of thought all at once. The only time he could ever seem to still his rapid thoughts was when he was playing, meditating, or working at the shrine.<br/><br/>By the time he was done playing his flute, the oddness that had come was gone. He chalks it up as being nothing more than a mere slip-up on his part. He cleans the flute, puts it back into its case, and lays down in bed once more. As he resolves to overcome and work through the problem he had, he would gradually drift into a deep sleep.