Coming out of a lucid dream always had Hamuko feeling particularly sluggish... and this moment was no different, as she slowly realized she had flopped over onto her side on the seats and not been perturbed at all by other passengers.

There was something shiny in her field of view. Shiny...? ...No, not really shiny, just metallic.

...Was that a gun?

...No wrist tattoos... the hand didn't look right... but slowly, carefully, Hamuko sat up and steered clear of the barrel as carefully as she could. The hand wasn't gaunt, there weren't tattooed chains... but a revolver like that...?

"Takaya...?"