Yumiko stood on the roof, an unlit cigarette dangling loosely from her fingers. She couldn't smoke it. She promised Hoshiko that she would drop the habit... besides she had already tried. It would seem a year was indeed enough time to drop a vice because the last time she tried lighting a cigarette it had left the brunette on her knees, gasping for air. It wasn't a panic attack. It wasn't grief. ...