Yuki felt she is being pulled into the light. The first thing that she understood was that, she is floating.
There she is, back into the beach house, floating in the air and staring at Jiro's body sleeping soundly in our bed.
Then, hurried knocks and the househelp's shout. "Master, master! Please!" The househelp was shouting from outside the room.
Jiro groggily woke up, no doubt feeling the headache hammering into his skull.
"Damn!" His vision searched the room for that particular face. "Yuki..." he looked at the vacant bed space his wife used to sleep on.
As if cold water was splashed into his face, he was suddenly woken up from sleep, and almost like he had a sixth sense, opened the door with unnecessary force.
"What is it?" Jiro said, the urgency was in his voice.
When the maid suddenly bursted into tears and placed her hands in her mouth. Jiro felt his heart stopped.
