Rex returned. What he always wondered about was how so many that pass before this shop, in their daily travels, never entered. It was as if it was invisible to most, only 'here' for those that... maybe belong.<br/>Yet there seemed to be nobody here at the moment.<br/>"Hello?", he called out. Not so much for wanting anything, as 'his' cup was in it's usual place on the usual table. But it was so utterly quiet in this small shop.<br/>Sitting, finally, he thought about his earlier conversation with Aoi. If I were a cup of java, he thought, she'd savour every drop. How, my little angel, he thought... would that change you. As you changed me yesterday... his thoughts drifted.