[ Unlike most of the population of Samara, Hiyori was never present at the ball that unveiled the truth about some of its shadier participants--and in the aftermath, she would have been difficult to find. Although both her aunt and uncle survived the earthquake and resulting fires, they were left homeless and destitute with the destruction of his shop, and their fate seemed entirely uncertain, especially with outside communication to the village where her parents lived down (who even knew if they hadn't been caught up in the destruction as well?). Hiyori herself was doing her best to keep a stiff upper lip and help out with reconstruction where possible.... when everything changed back.
She's been standing here, staring at the spot where her "uncle" was only minutes ago, riveted and... deeply confused. ]
Wh.... Was I dreaming, just now?
[ If so, it was the most realistic dream she's ever had. Smells, tastes, sounds--even time seemed to run linearly. ... Yukine-kun was even there. What was that? ]