It's the early hours of the morning, and a Ran is still awake, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of hot milk in front of her. She's looking at the wall with the expression of someone who is miles distance; she may have been crying. She's wearing an oversized sweatshirt over pyjama bottoms; clearly not a Ran who cares for frills or matching pyjama sets.

Finally she sighs, pushing the cup away from herself with the tone of someone resigned to not sleeping. "Geez ... when did everything get so complicated ..."