It was some time later before Dojima actually began to stir. Maybe it was the sleeping draught, but his sleep was mercifully dreamless... just a dark and deep slumber.

That had been part of the reason he'd pushed off going to sleep, even taking a nap-- having to deal with the possibility of nightmares and thoughts he didn't want to deal with.

But eventually, the waking world returned to him. He felt warm covers, a pillow below his head... several actually, but the bed didn't feel quite as familiar as his own.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, vague shapes and colours coming into view, before the contours, hard lines and shadows gave him...

A bedroom. One he'd never been in before... it reminded him of the undersea palace from the Little Mermaid story...

Slowly, he raised his hand to wipe away the sleep from his eyes, try to rouse himself more fully. What... had happened? What did he remember last?

"...Kimi...shima...?"

That's right, he'd been at her place...