In the middle of her observing and thinking about who was doing what, Yume noticed that there was something that hit her foot. It was a bit heavy or that's what it felt like. "A book?" She questioned as she reached under her table and picked it up. "Oh my, who's might this be?" She questioned herself again, as if the answer would display itself. Well, it did, or at least Yume thought it did. There was girl going around looking for something. As far as Yume knew, this was a diary. It was something for the eyes of it's writer and whomever that person wanted to show. She also had enough honor not to look into another's personal belongings. . . As much as she wanted to. "Excuse me," She called out to the girl, Retsu, "I believe this work in progress is yours?"