Nothing. Hours of listening to this girl stammer through pages, and Guts still hadn't found what he wanted. Yawning, he stared out the window, and the setting Sun. His neck twinged.
"Could it...." he said to himself. Hanako stopped reading as Guts got up, and tore a bandage off his neck, turning around to look at a wall mirror.
"Shit." he said aloud, the kind of swear where you have to emphasize every sound.
"Mister Guts, what's wrong? Mister Guts?" Hanako asked, following the man into the halls. Guts barged into a closet, rifling through various shelves, then putting on an apparatus, giving him an iron mimic of an arm. Next, he heaved a slab of iron over his shoulder.
"Is there somewhere really secluded near here?" he asked.
"There's the equipment shed out in the field, but-"
"I'm sleeping there tonight. Don't come in until dawn." Guts said, marching down the hall.

Hanako watched after the man as he left, pulling the face-egg out of her pocket. As his aloha shirt grew smaller down the hall, she couldn't help but feel the lights around him growing dimmer, until he finally turned a corner and disappeared from sight.