Good morning, Rika.

Good morning, Izumi!

You didn't come to the cafeteria this morning. Is something wrong?

Sorry, I was in the shower.

Is that so? How are you feeling?

All better. Better than ever in fact!

That's good... huh?

Rika, where's your hairpin?

Huh, what? You're right. What did I do with it? Did I leave it somewhere by mistake?

Hey, don't tell me you lost it! If you treat it that poorly, I may cry.

Huh, why?

"Why?" We bought those matching hairpins on the class trip as a sign of our undying friendship. Don't tell me you've forgotten...

Uh...yeah...that's right...that's right isn't it?

I'm so sorry. I'll look for it. I'll find it!

Good grief. For someone who said they're "better than ever" you're as careless as always. I'll help look for it.

Thanks, Izumi... I, uh, need to go to the restroom.

OK. See you in class.

-in the girl's restroom-

(I completely forgot about it until she mentioned it. The hairpin, the feelings it represented, the memories...)

I just thought of it as a normal hairpin and didn't give it a second thought... Why? Even though it was so precious.

("Was"? No, it is now and will always be precious to me. It's something I should never forget.)

(What's wrong with me...? Something's...feels...wrong...)

(No...my head's...going...blank...)

The memory under consideration is considered unnecessary to doll-making. Now deleting completely.

Yes, Order received. I will delete this memory completely. Deleted.

Return to normal, noticing nothing amiss.

Yes, Rika will return to normal, noticing nothing amiss.

(Huh? Why did I come to the restroom...?)

(Oh well. Izumi's waiting for me; let's hurry to the classroom.)