Craaaap, crap, crap, CRAP! I'm gonna miss it, I'm really gonna miss it!

With a panicked look at her watch, she snatched her passport off the immigration officer's hands, made a quick bow and rushed in the terminal hall.

Carrying a super-heavy luggage was difficult. Doing it while trying to run was even worse.

After five minutes of fierce struggle, she finally managed to reach the info desk she aimed for. It took her five more minutes to be understood by the lady, trying to form audible words between her panting and her hesitant Japanese.

Five minutes, that's exactly the time she would have needed not to miss the last train of the night.

- Eeeeeeh! God, no... Isn't there any other way to get there? asked the girl, pointing on the map the small town she had to get to.

- Sorry... I think you'll have to spend the night in Tokyo and wait for a morning train.

Yay. Not even my first full day here and I already messed up.

- Thank you.

With that, she reluctantly left the desk, took her bag and let herself fall on the nearest seat. Head down, she tried to figure out her situation.

So, here I am : alone in this gigantic Tokyo, no cellphone, no relatives or friends, not enough money to spend the night in a hotel. This is so great.

One hand casually messing up her mid-long hair, she lifted her head to have a look at the hall. She sighed : this airport alone looked already like a city itself. She cursed herself for growing up in such a small country.

Thinking of home suddenly made her sad. Her parents, her brother and sister... She didn't expect what it would cost her to leave them behind.

What am I doing here...

She looked at the various people coming and going in this huge hall through the glass doors. It was so dark outside now that the place seemed surreal to her. As if the terminal was surrounded by nothing, just black emptiness.

Maybe because the thought was too oppressive, or maybe only because her usual optimism was slowly getting back to her, she decided :

I won't stay here being depressed. Let's take a look at what Tokyo has to offer to a poor stupid lost tourist!

She grinned to herself as she grabbed her bag and went to store it at the left luggage office for the night. She only kept some money and her wallet.

She took a few strides towards the entrance when her attention was attracted by a particularly beautifully dressed Japanese women.

Oh, so that's what is called the Japanese sense of fashion.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious, she looked down at her own clothes. She wore converse-style baskets, her favorite baggy dark blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt with a huge black "ROCK ON!" spread on it, and on top of this, her old black leather jacket. She did feel comfortable, not sexy at all - especially as opposed to the passing-by Japanese woman - but comfortable.

Let's face it, I look shabby and boyish. Well, at least I won't be annoyed by some stalker.

Putting the thought aside, she put her hands in her pockets and went through the automatic doors.

Now that the she was stuck here and the night was all hers, she was feeling kind of excited.

 

***

Ryo was annoyed, pissed off, disappointed, and - above all - angry. Those four emotions were going through his mind while he was shouting on the phone.

- I waited for you for TWO hours!!

- I'm sorry... I really am..., Yamapi replied. But Jin called, he sounded as he was in trouble so...

- How could he not be, this bakanishi! You should have called me earlier, Pi!

Ryo was still fuming, but Yamapi could sense the end of the crisis was near as his friend called him by his nickname.

- I'm truuuuly sorry, playfully repeated Yamapi.

Ryo could not help but crack a smile just imagining Yamapi saying this.

- Fine. Let's not talk about it anymore. So, are you coming over? It's late already, and I'm tired of waiting in this bar.

- ...

- You're not coming.

- Sor-, began Yamapi.

- You're sorry, I know. See you tomorrow, Pi.

And he hang up.

Not that he was still angry - he knew how Pi was devoted to Jin and how the latter could easily persuade him to come over for any ridiculous reason - but he was just bored.

Staying in this bar alone was out of the question. He payed the bill, grabbed his jacket and went out in the chilly night.

He first thought of going back to his apartement. But just imagining spending the rest of the evening in an empty place and going to bed early a friday night made him change his mind.

Where could I go... Stupid Yamapi.

Now that he was stuck alone and the night was all his, he was feeling kind of scared.