[ 'flood' is a good way to put it; train crowds in Tokyo aren't anything to kid about, which is something Kurisu wished she'd thought about before she decided to organize her schedule around them. Sure, they were always on time, but being squished in here at rush hour was never a pleasant experience, and there was always the fear that she'd get recognized by someone less than savory.
Ironically, that's about to happen anyway, but not at all the way she thinks it will.
Unlike Hiruma, she has no recollection of it at all. Not the lessor, not her house, not the town, not him - none of it. It was all an alien memory, lost forever in some other worldline where she couldn't remember it anyway; dead people don't think. There were flashes here and there in her dreams, but didn't everyone dream about crazy things? She didn't give it a second thought. Okabe had explained some of it all to her at this point; time machines, string theory, memory transmission - all fascinating, and all entirely without proof. Though she, as always, expressed her skepticism loudly just to ruffle his feathers, she actually did believe him simply because she was fond of him. More than she'd like to admit. Why else would she still be in Akihabara more than a month after she was scheduled to leave?
That was actually exactly what she was here to do. She had determined that today she was going to sort out her travel plans. So she was on the train back to her hotel when she met him again. The crowd is big, and she has no choice but to move with it; she ends up bumping him by accident. ]
Ah -- my apologies, [ she says, glancing up at him neutrally - and then glancing up again. Not in recognition, but just because he had an unusual look. ]
shhhh it's delicious
Ironically, that's about to happen anyway, but not at all the way she thinks it will.
Unlike Hiruma, she has no recollection of it at all. Not the lessor, not her house, not the town, not him - none of it. It was all an alien memory, lost forever in some other worldline where she couldn't remember it anyway; dead people don't think. There were flashes here and there in her dreams, but didn't everyone dream about crazy things? She didn't give it a second thought. Okabe had explained some of it all to her at this point; time machines, string theory, memory transmission - all fascinating, and all entirely without proof. Though she, as always, expressed her skepticism loudly just to ruffle his feathers, she actually did believe him simply because she was fond of him. More than she'd like to admit. Why else would she still be in Akihabara more than a month after she was scheduled to leave?
That was actually exactly what she was here to do. She had determined that today she was going to sort out her travel plans. So she was on the train back to her hotel when she met him again. The crowd is big, and she has no choice but to move with it; she ends up bumping him by accident. ]
Ah -- my apologies, [ she says, glancing up at him neutrally - and then glancing up again. Not in recognition, but just because he had an unusual look. ]