>Sure.
>Snow starts to fall as you make your way down the street, a thick snowfall that grows stronger as you head along. Accompanied by the cold winds that blow in from the east, the day quickly becomes a bit on the miserable side, especially for someone that's had the busy kind of day that you've had. So as much as you enjoy walking, you decide this time to just take the bus home.
>This bus smells a bit better than the last one you were one, and is much more occupied as well, almost entirely by people like yourself that didn't want to be out of doors any longer than humanly possible. You and Rin end up having to stand for half the journey, but that's probably preferable to the alternative. Along the way, you and Rin ponder what it's like for Lily to try and fly on days like this, since knowing her as you do, you know she does. Rin also wonders, privately, if you might consider going back to Iron Rings in a day or two to try and talk to Suwako again, but you're honestly not sure if the results would be any different. At least not on your own. Kanako might be willing to act as a mediator between you and her wife. It's not something you need to ponder strongly right now, though, as given the way Kanako drank herself unconscious, she won't be mediating anything for some time, apart from a substantial headache in several hours time. You merely spare her a hope that Suwako, or someone else, might have retrieved her from the roof before the weather turned. Ex-Goddess or no, it wouldn't be pleasant to sleep outdoors at the moment.
>After a very nice, polite conversation with an aging retired teacher from Muenzuka, who claimed to be a fan of your modelling work, which was somewhat embarrassing, you and Rin arrive at your stop and travel the rest of the short distance on foot. There are no cars in the yard this time, but there are two motorcycles. One you'd know anywhere as Marissa's old Master Spark, and the other belonging to a friend of hers from school, Sekibanki. The second-year is more an acquaintance to you than friend. You've found her to be a habitually cool customer with a dry, sometimes hard to understand, wit. Not entirely dissimilar to Shikako, but with Seki, as Marissa calls her, you don't have to look as far down to find her sense of humor. She, like Marissa, is a bit of a gearhead, and given the illumination from Nitori's shed, you would guess that at least two of them are in there. Marissa sometimes hangs in Nitori's room, playing a bit of WoW, while Seki and Nitori talk shop.
