Havoc just lay there dumbly, listening to Fujiko spill whatever was on her mind. He felt numb, he wanted not to love her, but he did. He wanted her to love him, but he didn't, but she did; but at the same time she didn't, and he wasn't sure which bit hurt more - that she loved him or she didn't.

He lay back and thought of Sakura, who he'd last seen disappearing up an air duct in a Nod research facility. Was she even still alive? Did she care if he had died in the blast? There didn't seem to be anyone from his world here, not that he'd met anyway. There was a longing there, but there was something else right here and now. He listened to Fujiko talking, but he didn't really hear what she was saying.