Jun smiled her usual small smile as she pocketed her scrap of the doll in her breast pocket neatly.

Silly as it was, at least Mayuri had found a way to cope with her departure, a way to remember her friends for years to come. Jun's own departure was quick, too quick to even consider calling a friend. Her relatives, her mothers co-workers, her dearest childhood friends...gone. With nothing but all-too corruptible memories to go by, she could barely remember her own childhood friends...

A tinge of envy was in Jun, but she was much more happier for Mayuri than anything else. If Jun could not have the life she wanted, the very least she could do was make things right for others, right?

After a deep sigh, Jun looked around the room, sighing in reminiscence as though she were Mayuri herself.

"So...Mayuri...what next? There's got to be more than the ritual than this, right?"