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                    “What... happened?”

Rhyme rubbed at her forehead with a small groan,  she had just suddenly woken up near Hachiko. The last thing that she could honestly remember was  pushing Beat out of the way of the shark shaped Noise. Of course, she occasionally got small  glances from when she was a Noise as she sat there, but honestly it wasn’t much to go on. Rhyme struggled to her feet, examining her hands for a few minutes, before glancing back around, her eye catching a familiar orange in the crowd.

Why was she still here? She was happy, but  she had to know why. Maybe it was her innate curiosity. Who knew, but she rushed forward,  calling the figure’s name.

  “What’s wrong, Neku? Please don’t tell me that’s how you usually look.” He’s meaning to give a joke, one which Joshua implies to want to return memories considered somewhat precious, despite having inevitably lost to everything. He’s taking quite a leap to give a smile, one which is somewhat ironic and a little shameful, but also one which bleeds the usual snide remark, and, perhaps, there’s a little something genuine too. There’s nothing more to be said at this point, and so Joshua awaits his response, his hope never reaching too high --- he certainly knows better than to keep dreaming.