[Espy]

HAYATE

"Unngh. Wha...what's going--"

He blinked his eyes open. ...Huh? Where'd everyone go...? He sat up and looked around. Safe place...But this is the safest place I know of.

He suddenly realized that he had forgotten to ask Roland yesterday about a change of clothes, and decided that the policeman probably wouldn't mind, as he made his way towards the room. I doubt I'll wreck another shirt. He rummaged through the dresser and pulled out a striped longsleeve. I guess my burned are healed enough that they won't stick to this... he thought, hoping the sleeves could help avert curious glances. The coat was dumped onto the bed sloppily, and a few lighters, a small aerosol spray, and pair of sandals vanished from beneath the bed before Hayate had left the building.

A safe place. Why...unless there's something serious afoot. It's too late to track Roland, but I should still check this out. He stepped outside onto the street, looping a rubber band around his ponytail, and made his way towards the more populated area of Old Tokyo.