Little of Eri's day was devoted to thinking about the dream and the pocketwatch, as much as it had disturbed her. She studied, made phone calls to professors who sponsered the Student Council, studied, drafted emails that she would send to Student Council members on the first day of classes, and held her breath during a phone call from her mother (an update on high society's latest trivial and trite gossip). It was late afternoon/early evening by the time that was all done, and Eri had had to rush to the library to pick up a book she had put on hold -- so that she could do more studying that night, of course.
She did allow herself time, however, to pull out her latest, favorite mystery novel and read underneath a park bench. Caught up within those pages and tired from nonstop work, Eri didn't keep track of the time. A streetlight had flickered on overhead before she took any notice.
After a while, she put the book away in her bookbag and her fingers brushed against the pocketwatch she had so haphazardly thrown in there. Eri grasped it as she remembered the dream and waking up this morning with the watch in her hand; a wash of righteous anger came over her once again at the thought that this was somebody's cute idea of a prank.
She stood up suddenly and looked for the nearest trash can, determined to throw the watch away. Eri accidentally bumped into someone on the sidewalk, and whoever it was unthinkingly shoved her gently out of the way.
But it was enough for the girl to lose her balance. Another time, she would have been caught against a tree - but this was not another time: it was 9:00 pm, and the tree was suddenly not there. Eri was suddenly not there either. Her bag was left behind on the bench as she fell down into the newly formed hole...
...and, screaming bloody murder, arrived in Yggdrassil with an unceremonious face-plant landing into the mossy bark of the same roadlike branch that Junpei happened to be on.