Haruka watched a new woman chase after the first. This time, it was more abnormal; it would appear that this new person was Usain Bolt's brother, Insane Bolt. Well, more like sister afflicted by a rather extreme case of albinism. Still, the entire situation was absurd. She wanted to cry, but her jaded years of being an adult blocked the tears rather well.

She was startled by the sudden hand patting her on the back. She understood that the man tried to comfort her, but touching strangers within minutes of realizing that the other existed was a foreign concept. Her nervous laughter was replaced by a more moody expression. She didn't show the outward signs of her disgust of this entire scenario.

She, knowing that she couldn't mope around in failure, picked herself up. She was still upset, yes, but she could at least act like she had the situation under control. She reevaluated her surroundings. Same old people, same old jokes that could be made about them. Pretty boy, check. Normal guy, check. Extremely excited girl, check. Absurd knight girl, check. New albino lady, check. Tall pretty foreign boy, che- wait a second.

Another person had prepared to exit the train, just like Haruka. It was odd. Her identifiable entrance into the scene was overshadowed by another person doing the exact same thing. Though, Haruka didn't really care about things that were that petty. However, in a cutthroat salaried business, you had to be identifiable or you would forever be low on the business pyramid.

She left the train and entered the grassy forest landscape. She didn't exactly speak to anyone, as she was still upset about what she said earlier. However, she still listened attentively to what the others said. The question of do they speak the explanation of the train, the embarrassed stammering of being lost, the talk of what trains were, and the pretty boy being afraid of everything. That was new, at least.