"I promise the same. We will meet then and always, Megumi-dono." He held her pinky a moment longer, before smiling. It was getting late, it was, and however unfortunate, there were things to do. He let his finger slip from hers and stood, moving to a row of boxes to pick up a journal he had found among the ashes. It had some spidery writing in it that he couldn't read, but most of the pages were blank.

"In the meantime." He handed the journal to her. "I have my number in here, and email address, so you can contact me anytime, that you can. And look." He moved the blankets aside to show her the trap door which lead to the steps and down into the heart of the building.

"You can get down this way, you can. You have to take the elevator. It goes down without a key but not up, I'm afraid. But you should have plenty of food here for a while at least, until you recover. And when you do leave, only go when the sun is well up. This is a dangerous neighborhood, it is, and your life is not the only thing at risk here."