"She's late...."

Hilda was never late. In fact, her being late was simply unimaginable, as outlandish as the thought of the earth being flat for those who knew her.

"Maybe dead. Too weak survive out." Raijin stated simply, nonchalantly examining its foot.

Without a word, she gathered up supplies for a day out, as fast as she could without straining herself. There was a time when she would only care for herself, and just leave Hilda out there, but this one year spent in this stinking wasteland... Without her maid, Hayami would have never survived the shuttle crash, nor have lived this long. Funny what a year spent with one's own maid can do. It was the first time she ever saw her maid as anything more than an object.

Now she was a treasured pet.

"Lets go Raijin." She buttoned up her blouse, the final touches to her school uniform, about the only clothes Hilda had found besides her tattered dress they tore up to make bandages. "Lets get Hilda back, and punish her for being tardy."

"Oh? Punish?" Raijin looks positively excited now, his mane bristling up with energy. "I good at punish! WE PUNISH EVERYONE!"

Too energetic for her liking. She still felt a little weak after so many months being stuck with a broken leg, unable to move or do anything. Still, if anything happened, she was confident she can outrun most anyone, and if the situation really calls for it... why she could just shoot off a bolt of lightning. Even if it didn't hit, it would give her time to make her escape.

There was one slight problem however, one she had not thought about until she stepped out into the rubble filled road where her father's hotel once stood tall and proud. She had no idea where to go, or what she should look for to find Hilda. With a brief glance at her surrounding, she decided she should go to one of the still intact buildings and climb up as high as she can.