<div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100401191448/fatalframe/images/c/c2/Misaki_Asou1.png)</div>The morning and most of the afternoon went by smoothly. Misaki went about her business and cleaned up her bedroom a bit.<br/><br/>But the diary was still prevalent in her mind. She couldn't shake the thought of it. What was it about the beautiful aqua colored book that intrigued her so?<br/><br/>Later in the afternoon, Misaki sat down at her kitchen table and stared at the journal. It was almost as if she were having a staring contest with it.<br/><br/>Hesitantly, and with a shaky hand, Misaki reached out and took the book in her grasp. A familiar smell surrounded her. It smelled like... Rogetsu Island. But how could that be possible?<br/><br/>Misaki became more curious and opened the journal. The inside cover had her name on it... In<em>her own handwriting</em>. But...how? Misaki was<em>positive</em>she had never come across this journal before in her life. How could it be hers?<br/><br/>But there was no denying it. It was her own beautiful cursive writing, staring her in the face. Becoming more intrigued, Misaki turned to the first page and found there was writing already there. Once again, it was her own.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Ever since I came back to Rogetsu, I've felt like I'm so close to remembering what happened to me when I was a child. Madoka seems really scared. I should make sure we don't get separated.<br/><br/>I blacked out. I saw a woman who I vaguely remembered. When I reached out to touch her... Everything went dark. Madoka is missing. I can't find her!<br/><br/>This camera... I brought it from home. It had been passed down in my family for generations. How did it get on the floor?<br/><br/>What is this music? I remember...pain. Why does it hurt when I try to remember? My head...<br/><br/>Madoka! I found her... But I was too late. She has become a spirit now. It's my fault... I shouldn't have brought her here... Please forgive me.<br/><br/>Sakuya... I remember her now. We were... Why wouldn't they let me see her? And the doll... Miya... I need to find her!<br/><br/>This smell... I remember it... When I was a child... I was here! Miya! She should be here!<br/><br/>I found her! I won't ever forget you again... I promise.</span><br/><br/>Misaki couldn't close the book fast enough. She pushed it away as if the words insulted her. Those words written there... They were her thoughts. They were her thoughts when she was on Rogetsu... But how? It was as if she was re-living the incident all over again.<br/><br/>"Wakarimasen... What is happening...?"<br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Translation</div><div class="spoiler_body">Wakarimasen - I don't understand/I don't know<br/>In this instance, I'm using the former translation.</div></div>