Well, at least Otonashi's safe, so that's... fine. Mondo's fine. It's nothing big, if not dumb. He doesn't waste too much time to get up after trying to shove some of them back to the closet and away from his path.

"Yeah, 'm good."

The question earns her an eyebrow raise from him, but not for long because ah yes, he realises: the memories.

"Check your notebook. How many should we get you? Five should be more than enough, right?"