It was December 24th. I'm sure the Christian theologists would have a field day with it. [If, as always, they knew and believed it... or cared enough.] And as far as I know, I was the only one vanishing. It wasn't simply the world - just me.

[Although something this other, younger self had said earlier nags at him, thinking on that - about how in another world, the same had happened to the Phantom Thieves. Had they all experienced the same, wherever they'd been?

But that's academic now. The past is as dead to him as he is to it.]

Of course. [He brings out his phone, which still has the dent in its case to match the wall over there.] Assuming this works, that is.