Jessi looks outside her windows, and due to the lack of unnatural light, the moonlight actually allows for a better view if slightly fuzzy glow to everything.  After looking around for several minutes the tall American girl spots something.  A small, fluttering pair of somethings.  From her vantage point and distance they look like black butterflies, but she really can't discern much from here.<br/><br/>However the flash of orange that zips in and out of the plants below is much easier to see.  It does also appear to be a fox, a rarity in highly urbanized Tokyo...<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Matt reaches the Kurokawa residence, except that there's no one there.  The small apartment bathroom flickers and warps, but it's not his in the least.  And apparently voice carries well through, but the point is moot as the tall Japanese boy isn't home.<br/><br/>Where could he be?<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Hikari crosses the big intersection that marks the central aspect of the the Tokyo business district, but everywhere there are people, they are stone gray and frozen.  Every officer in his police box, the late night shops with their locked doors and statued shoppers and cashiers.<br/><br/>And it's all quiet.  No animal seems to be calling to each other either, no wind blowing, it's as if the entire world is waiting for something or someone, holding it's collective breath.<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Ichigo and Sanro walk along the road, after finding out that the Ninja motorcycle doesn't want to start, and no amount of Japanese and English cursing seems to change that.  Looking up the moon actually seems larger, as the silence seems to envelope everything making it jarring to speak in normal tones.<br/><br/>The male of the duo has slipped into a fighting mode, his sense sharpened and ready for action.  He passed on picking up a weapon from the family dojo, Sanro prefers using his body as he's a better barehanded fighter then Nisen is.  Although now he's getting the feeling that a staff or a spear would have been at least a bit comforting.<br/><br/>He glances down at Ichi, his mind suddenly distracted by the forced sway of her hips, and idly wondering what those legs of hers would look like in a short skirt.  Lucky Nisen...  Then he jars himself back into focus.  She's at risk here.