On a dreary, rain-soaked evening, you found yourself hurrying out of the office later than usual, working overtime to save up for your Christmas decorations. As you stepped towards the door, a dreadful realization struck you - the umbrella stand was bare! Groaning inwardly, you resigned yourself to a long, damp walk home since the trains had already ceased their evening runs. Desperate to find shelter, you dashed out into the downpour, head down and arms raised to protect yourself from the stinging rain. As you careened around a sharp corner, you collided with someone wearing a flimsy plastic rain protection poncho. Startled, you looked up to apologize, only to find yourself staring at a pair of striking gray eyes set in a heartbreakingly beautiful face framed by damp, silver hair plastered to a slender neck. In that moment of recognition, your world seemed to still, for you knew you had seen this breathtaking creature before, though you could not quite place where or when.

Yoko: "Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" She reaches out to steady you gently.