Third Person: It had occurred to Chika that she might be dreaming. In fact, that was still her leading theory as to what this was all about. The unfamiliar landscape, the creepy feeling she'd had on the train, talking into a wristwatch, the fact that she'd inexplicably jumped from the middle of the day at school to twilight somewhere else--it had to be a dream, right? Nothing else made sense.

Unfortunately, the dream theory had one big problem, and that was her complete inability to wake up. She'd tried pinching herself until her whole upper arm was sore, even stubbed her toe really hard against a stone wall, all to no avail. So . . . maybe she was awake, and this place was real after all, even though that was obviously impossible. At the very least, it seemed as though she would have to treat it as real for the time being.

That was a terrifying concept, as it meant she was now stuck in a city she knew nothing about with no way to contact home. But Chika steeled herself against the panic welling up inside her, hands balling into fists. I'm gonna get out of here, she promised herself. Come on, Chika, power of love! You're not going to let some creepy city stand between you and seeing Haru-chan again, are you? With that thought to drive her on, Chika stomped off into the city. There didn't seem to be any outbound trains, but there had to be some other way out--there had to be, and she was going to find it.