In his quick manner, Rex entered Corner Sweets. He hated leaving so abruptly when here last, but movement outside showed him there were people looking for him. "When will I have a simple life", he sighed to himself.<br/>What troubled him, or occupied his mind was the artist. Aoi, he believed her name was, from picking up bits of conversation. At first he was thinking she was slightly familiar yet the more he thought, he realized they must have known each other at some point. But looking at her, she was quite a bit younger in appearance. Where Rex had, over the last few years aged far beyond what was normal... this one seemed to either not age at all or by an even slower rate than normal.<br/>Maybe she has a clue what this rate of time is all about, he thought happily. Yet while he was in a constant state of chaos, she seemed incredibly calm. But maybe that went along with time moving slower, maybe it lent itself to peace of mind as well.<br/>One change in his thoughts... when he would picture himself sitting in the sweet shop as a child, there was now also a little girl sitting nearby. She, Rex was beginning to assume, is most likely Aoi.<br/>But first things first... Rex had a serious weakness. As he inhaled deeply, coming to realizations, it hit him. Coffee... I haven't had any coffee yet today. He slipped back into 'normal' time. Looking down, he saw a big cup right where he was seated. Again, he knew it was specifically for him. How on earth do they do that?