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Oh... you're doing it again.

What?

You do that whenever there's trouble.

You have since college.

Yeah.

How many years has it been now?

The coffee I bought is still good.

Really, now?

There it is.

Your wrinkle.

Drink it. It may be too sweet, though.

Your favorite...

The bar exam...

I put everything on hold until after I passed that test.

We should have had a wedding.

Akira...

It's fine.

Everything will be fine.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I'm telling you, it's fine!

You're okay.

I'm okay.

Mao.

Mao.

Mama,

Thirsty I'm.

Thirsty I'm.

"Thirsty I'm"?

You're thirsty.

-They're matching. -Yep.

This is the second time.

Three times in a row? That's crazy!

It's a miracle!

Oh, come now.

Your bar for miracles is far too low.

This is just a one in a thousand chance.

One in a thousand sounds like a miracle to me.

Are the dice loaded?

Of course not.

Don't you call it a miracle, because it can't happen?

True.

Then the moment it happens, it stops being a miracle.

Huh?

That's just sneaky!

Anyway,

if you're that free, you should listen to my story.

You're done there, aren't you?

I'm not free.

I'm thinking of material for my next story.

"What's a miracle that can actually happen?"

In that case, my story could be useful for you.

Is it about your spacey boyfriend?

Now you're just being rude.

I've heard it before. Where's the story in that?

Just hear me out.

He was a young, promising photographer,

but he got into an accident six years ago...

He suffered serious injury, and his heart stopped momentarily.

After five years of rehabilitation, he was to return to his daily life,

but he suffered from amnesia, preventing his re-entrance to society.

-Absolutely not. -For real?

Amnesiac stories are far too common.

Well, it's not quite amnesia,

but, instead of my boyfriend, why not do a story on Mr. Jugo?

-What? -You know...

That hypnosis you used on Mr. Jugo!

Kushagara!

What are you hiding from me?

Tell me everything you know!

Let go of me, bastard!

Heaven's Door!

Okay, later, Mr. Rohan.

What was that about?

He was so agitated a second ago.

What did you do?

I was once taught a sort of simple hypnosis.

It's used to calm people down.

What kind of hypnosis was it?

You should teach me how!

Don't you ever stop?

Hypnosis?

Of course it was hypnosis!

I wanted to ask if you could try that to my boyfriend.

Use hypnosis to dig out his memories.

If that's not a miracle,

what is?

Whoa!

I'm no doctor, and I won't be using myself as material!

Wait, Mr. Rohan!

Darn you!

There he goes.

Right... In you go.

Just a sec...

Good to go.

Well, shoot.

I thought hypnosis might just do the trick.

Thanks.

You're always trying to help.

Sorry you have to help me when you're so busy.

Not at all!

Mr. Rohan's editors are known for having time on their hands.

Also...

I want you to be able to take pictures again.

Are you still not up for that?

I'm not sure.

I think I want to take pictures again.

But I'm not sure what I want to shoot.

I see.

However...

I decided to carry this with me.

You said so yourself, didn't you?

"With my own two feet."

Oh, the line from Mr. Rohan.

I think that's great, though.

You might remember how it used to feel.

Come on...

Come on out, Mao.

It's really too bad, though.

If I could just get Mr. Rohan's help,

I thought we could also dig up some of his odd quirks.

Is he that strange?

Yes, absolutely.

Oh!

Mr. Rohan!

You actually came!

Does this mean you'll try the hypnosis?

What are you saying?

I'm on my way to get more material from my usual place.

Please, just wait a moment!

That's boyfriend we talked about!

You're already here.

Can't you try just of bit of your hypnosis?

What's a "bit" of hypnosis?

All of it, then.

"All" doesn't make sense, either.

Morning good.

Stop that!

I'm so sorry! Are you alright?

Aw...

Taro, are you okay?

I'm sorry! She just latched on!

There's a hospital right over there.

No, it's not that bad.

Head injuries are serious!

You need to get checked out.

I'll go with you. Can you stand?

-Yes. -Let's go.

It's this way.

-I'm so sorry. -I'll call you later, Mr. Rohan!

How are you? I feel terrible.

Mao!

This is a special announcement for our visitors today.

A virus has been going around...

How bad is it?

The doctor says it's nothing to worry about.

There's nothing to worry about.

But still...

You must be bored, right?

Is it a girl?

Oh, yes...

Oh, Mr. Rohan!

You actually came!

Does this mean you've changed your mind?

Your child...

She's what... four or five years old?

She's five.

I see...

Wait just a minute!

What do you think you're doing?

She's a girl. You need to be more thoughtful.

It's not a good look for you.

What? I just thought she was a bit old to be in a carrier.

It doesn't matter how hold she is!

I didn't say it was wrong.

You just really love your mommy, right?

Wait, are you...

Katahira Mai?

The interior coordinator?

Y-yes, that's me.

Whoa! I knew it!

Please excuse me.

I actually work for Shumeisha.

We published your book, right?

I've seen it at the office.

Oh, yes.

-You work there? -Yep.

Thank you for all your help.

Oh, it's nothing.

That being said, I work in a separate department,

but I loved your book, so I had to buy one.

I didn't know you had a child.

Oh, is this gentlemen from Shumeisha, too?

Oh, no! Um...

He's, well...

He's a counselor who specializes in hypnosis therapy!

Huh?

You hate signing autographs, right?

So, I came up with that clever backstory.

What part of that was clever?

That hypnosis therapy! Could it...

Could it what?

Oh no, it's nothing.

Taro!

-Sorry for the wait. -Are you okay?

Yeah. They just want to run a few tests.

Wait, so something is wrong?

Oh, no.

I've had problems in the past, so it's just to be safe.

Problems?

Taro had to have major surgery after a car accident.

Which is why it's no big deal. No need to worry.

Isn't that right?

Morning good!

Stop that!

We'll be on our way, then.

Once again, I am so sorry about this.

Get better soon.

Thank you for everything.

Mr. Hirai!

It's this way. Please follow me.

She was kind of a worrywart, wasn't she?

Not worried.

It was more like...

...she was scared.

Scared of what?

Scared of... something.

What?

Way that go! Way that go!

Way that go! Way that go!

Quiet!

We're not going that way!

Mao.

Why did you do that to that man?

You've never done anything like that before.

It's dangerous! People could get hurt!

Mao?

Mao! Mao!

Mao, listen!

Mao!

Why?

She reached for the spacey boyfriend twice.

Morning good.

Isn't that right?

Morning good.

Here you go, Mr. Rohan.

Izumi, you mentioned she put out a book, yes?

"She"? You mean Miss Katahira?

Yes, she did.

A book about home interiors is sure to have photos.

Was your boyfriend the one who took them?

No way.

How do you know?

I've been a fan of Taro's pictures since high school.

Taro's work focuses more on the city.

This kind of stuff, you know?

I just don't think his style fits with women's home interior.

The genres are too different.

Now that I think about it,

Katahira's book came out after Taro had his accident.

That news shocked me.

We just happened to meet at the office last year.

I was stunned!

Have a good day!

Wait. Not this one...

Whoa.

Sorry about that.

He was so different than what I imagined.

I want him to take pictures like he used to.

That's why I'm helping him now.

I guess you could say I'm taking what I want.

Sounds more like stalking to me.

If she works for Shumeisha, you can get a hold of her, right?

Sure, if I ask her editor.

What do you want from her?

I'm just a tad curious.

I am a hypnosis counselor, after all.

Really?

Wait, but you refused to help Taro!

Most people wouldn't be okay with this, you know?

My editor should just do exactly as I tell her.

We have some preparations to make for the next step,

so please have a seat while you wait.

Sorry. I know this is sudden.

What is it?

You wanted to talk about Mao?

About that...

Well... you'll see soon enough.

-Excuse me. -Huh?

W-wait? What?

Um, excuse me, sir?

-Mr. Rohan! -What is this?

You can't just barge in!

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Oh... up there, then.

No! Please stop!

You were curious, weren't you?

Remember what said to me at the hospital?

That hypnosis therapy! Could it...

What are you afraid of?

The girl?

Maybe it's something that's happening to her?

I find this extremely fascinating.

That means there's no point in hiding anything from me.

Please... help me.

What is this?

Mao's room.

She made it herself.

Outside of our walks, she stays in here.

But why?

I'm not sure.

Ever since she was little...

...she would always find a place to hide.

I get the picture.

Is it just you two here? Where's her father?

My husband died six years ago.

It was a car accident.

He was my high school sweetheart.

We had been a registered couple for two years.

I was already pregnant with Mao at the time.

Six years ago?

Mao was what he left me,

which, of course, made me happy.

It did, but...

Mao was born with different eye colors, and she can only speak backwards.

Once she got a bit older,

she started covering herself in drapes, making walls like those.

It's definitely strange, huh?

No...

That wouldn't be enough to make you scared of her.

You may not believe me...

...but accidents happen when Mao is around.

Stuff like earlier happens all of the time.

I'm sure it's just a coincidence.

Then tell me, how many accidents have you had happen around you?

Not too many, right?

But with her, it's constant!

Maybe she...

Maybe Mao is the cause of them.

Even when my husband died in that accident,

Mao was there, in me.

As for why...

I think it's hereditary.

Hereditary?

You see, my parents also died in an accident.

This can't all be chalked up to coincidence, can it?

Long ago, this might be called a curse, but that's not right.

Couldn't things like fate be inherited from your parents, too?

Just like your looks or personality?

Well...

That is interesting.

Mr. Rohan!

Either way, there's nothing I can do about it.

But she should be able to go out and live a normal life,

playing outside and chatting like other kids.

Please, you have to do something!

I'm running out of options.

Please!

For now...

I'll take a look.

Morning good.

We finally meet.

I can't say I've read a child before.

Just try not to cry, okay?

I'm not a fan.

Heaven's Door.

I see...

Mao? Mao!

Mao!

What happened?

Can you fix her?

Oh, man.

How disappointing.

I'm sorry?

Nothing out of the ordinary. Therefore, nothing to fix.

No, that's not possible.

-I mean... -It's true.

A complete let-down.

Her appearance is purely the work of inheritance.

As far as her way of speaking and tendency to hide,

both are simply quirks in her personality.

"Quirks", you say?

She's not normal!

"Normal".

I don't quite get it.

What's the basis of "normal"?

Where does it start and end?

She has odd eye colors, speaks backwards,

and enjoys hiding away.

That's who your child is.

There's no problem with that.

But...

At this rate, she窶冤l be made fun of!

She may be, but that's reality.

Izumi, we're leaving.

Huh?

Please, wait!

You can't sum up all of her issues as simple "quirks"!

If nothing changes, what kind of life will she live?

Just imagine...

Could you please look one more time?

Mao, come here.

No!

Mao! Come here!

What are you doing?

Please, Miss Katahira!

Mao!

Mao?

What the...

Mao?

-Where's Mao? -She vanished!

What are you saying?

Mao? Mao?

That was a shock.

Does this mean she has gift like mine?

Mr. Rohan, you saw that, too, right?

Is Mao... invisible?

That would be physically impossible.

It's more likely an illusion, making us think we can't see her.

What are you talking about? That's not possible, either!

Mao?

Mao?

Mao, stop hiding! Come out this instant!

-Mao! -Mao?

I can tell you this much.

The one making Mao do all this...

...is you.

Mao wasn't trapped by a bunch of cloth and toys.

She was trapped by her mother, who only tried to keep her hidden.

Mao's heart is wrapped up in your hands.

But, I...

I was protecting her.

-What? -She's outside!

Mao!

Mao?

-Mao! -Mao?

Mao!

Where could she have gone on her own?

The hospital?

She might be there.

Why there?

Okay, Mr. Hirai...

Mr. Hirai?

She's not here!

Have you ever met that guy before?

That was the first time Mao reached for anyone besides me.

Um, I've been meaning to ask,

but your husband's accident was six years ago, correct?

That's right.

Six years ago, right after his accident,

Taro received an organ donation from a man who died that same night.

Excuse me...

The donor's information was kept private,

but I was thinking it had to be a coincidence.

It might not be.

When we got married, we filled out or donor cards.

That way, when we died, we could help other people.

Then...

Wait...

You don't think...

Oh, excuse me!

How are Hirai Taro's tests coming?

Perfect timing!

He's gone missing.

Morning good.

Oh... it's you.

Morning good.

Is that "good morning"?

Good morning to you, too.

Oh, excuse me. Morning good.

Morning good.

Morning good.

Stop.

Mao...

Roar!

Mao?

And Taro...

I've never seen him laugh like that.

Mao, too.

That girl...

She's outside, but she's happy.

I can't believe it.

Mommy!

I hope you'll forgive my intrusion.

Alright, come on down.

Whoa, there!

Watch your step...

What's her name, again?

Mao. Her name's Mao.

Mao, wait!

Mao?

Mao!

Mao...

You're all lucky I'm such a fit manga artist.

Mao!

Mao...

That was too close!

Excuse me for a moment.

Heaven's Door.

Izumi wasn't necessary, but she would just bother me, anyway.

Six years ago...

Here it is.

"The latest photoshoot dragged on too long.

I call to inform Shumeisha that I will be late for our meeting."

Hello?

We just wrapped up.

I'll probably be about half an hour late.

I could be sooner if I can get a taxi right away, though.

"Severe damage to internal organs."

"Emergency surgery".

Interesting.

Even if he doesn't remember, his memories should still be here.

His heart had stopped for a moment.

Is that what caused this?

It's a different color now.

Was it the accident?

Maybe a result of the transplant?

I'm just glad you're okay, Mao.

I'm sorry. I took my eyes off of her.

It's fine.

What about your hospital examinations?

Right...

It's no big deal.

Thirsty I'm.

"Thirsty I'm"?

You're thirsty.

Is juice alright?

Oh, yes.

I'll be right back.

Your drink.

You thank!

Look, it was a really light injury.

So...

That's no good.

I'm okay.

Everything will be fine.

Drink it. It may be too sweet, though.

This is for you. It might be too sweet, though.

Do you not like these?

It's fine.

Um, thank you.

Not a problem.

Wanna find a place to sit?

Yeah!

Your favorite...

It's fine.

Everything will be fine.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I'm telling you, it's fine!

You're okay.

I'm okay.

And she's okay, too.

She'll be great!

She'll be...

She'll be... great.

She'll be great!

Now, it makes sense.

I suppose... this can happen, too.

In the end,

I guess the accidents surrounding Mao were all simple coincidences.

So it seems.

I don't know what the likelihood is

that the same person will get into many accidents

but it's certainly not zero.

As long as it's not zero, anything can happen.

Like meeting the person who received your organs.

I'm telling you, that was a miracle!

That was an enormous coincidence!

But the possibility existed.

Alright, then...

Mao seemed to know that Taro was the one

who received the transplant from her father.

How would you explain that?

What?

You really think that could happen?

Well, I'm not really sure...

But if it actually happened it can't be a miracle, right?

Inheritance... perhaps.

Inheritance?

I don't know.

There's probably isn't the right way to put this, but...

New genes enter the body when a transplant is made.

What memories could they bring with them?

Interesting.

Can genes carry memories?

There's still much we don't know about DNA.

Let's just say...

If we call the soul a collection of stored memories,

and if Mao could unconsciously feel another's soul...

Morning good.

Isn't that right?

Morning good.

Morning good.

Morning good.

I see.

In other words,

Mao found her dead father's soul

and led her mother to it?

How romantic!

You're oddly happy for someone who lost her boyfriend.

I mean, Taro finally found where he belongs.

How could I not be happy for him?

He started taking pictures again.

But there not the same ones that I fell in love with.

They're warmer now.

So, I'm perfectly fine.

Is that so?

Oh, I forgot!

What now?

When Mao vanished,

you explained it away as if it was normal.

Not at all.

It's like...

Like you were used to seeing people with superpowers.

Absolutely not. I'm telling you,

it was all an illusion that we fell for in the heat of the moment.

Now, could you please leave? I have work to do!

Weren't you just throwing dice around?

That's enough! Get out!

Darn you!

Mr. Rohan!

I'll see you tomorrow...

Leave!

I'll see you tomorrow!

Go home!

I'll be back.

This world is full of strange things.

Especially when Kishibe Rohan is involved.

Hold wrists at a perfect 90 degree angle.

Keep all fingers straight and unbent.

Place palms forward.

Keep elbows straight.

While maintaining wrist placement,

bend each finger, one at a time.

One, two, three, four, five.

And now open them again, one at a time.

One, two, three...

...four, five.