Just as Masato said that everything suddenly...  Freezes.<br/><br/>Leaves stop swirling and stand in mid-air, the drip of the nearby fountain pauses if a movie was halted, clock hands stop, and digital times don't even blink.  Slowly, softly and building almost to a painful crescendo was the tone of an ancient bell-like voice so unlike anything humanly capable of being produced rolls through everything.<br/><br/>Then reality itself ripples as water in a pond after being disturbed by a stone.  And snaps back like overstretched rubber almost audibly.  And as if nothing happened, all goes back to normal, save one detail.  Masato smells...  Something...  Upstairs?