The last thing he smelled was her scent.

[I]At last.... It is over...[/I]

But when he opened his eyes... He was not in his home, painstakingly carving row after row of numbers deep into his chest and abdomen.... He was... in some strange place, with chairs in a style he had never seen before placed uniformly about him. Noting the others at rest did not ease his tension, it only increased it by their strange appearances. He looked around, bewildered, and reached for his blade...

Yet it was gone. He looked down at his chest, and no blood left his body. His Kimono wasn't even open anymore. In a small panic, he rushed to the woman behind the counter, narrowly dodging the little girl that had just gotten her drink.

"Miss! Where are we?!"