Music sheets were strewn all over her. He turned towards Yamada and asked, “Has she been sleeping all day?” “No, she was strumming her guitar for a while before that. But the poor girl must be tired, she does sleep a lot,” Yamada replied. Sato picked up one of the pieces of paper and glanced at the title of the music sheets, “Maybe.” By the time Mimi woke up, the whole house was drenched in darkness. Grabbing her mobile phone, she glanced at the time. It was 2 am and her throat felt extremely dry. Reaching out for her crutches, Mimi slowly crawled out of bed. She was astonished to see that the room upstairs still had its lights on. A loud banging suddenly blared from the study, startling her and she wondered if the owner of the black underwear had returned. It was an uncomfortable thought but she desperately needed some water. The soft tinkling sounds of the keyboard rang through the darkness. Someone was playing a slow and sad melody. Forgetting her initial thirst, Mimi sat on the steps of the spiral staircase yearning to hear more.
