The buzzing of her phone feels, at first, like an answered prayer of sorts. Dia's heart does a tiny flip as Mari's name lights up the screen, dispersing the dreary clouds of isolation blanketing her head and chest.

But then the phone buzzes again, and again, and again and again and again and the sheer vexation is so intense it actually gets Dia rolling out of bed and stomping towards the front door. She throws it open, exasperation momentarily blinding her to her own splotchy-pink face and scraggly hair -- even the fact she's still in her nightgown.

"Mari-san! One text is enough!"