Same! Um... speaking of... whatever we were doing... [Gosh, she wants to ask so badly.] Hey um... this... this is going to be maybe a super personal question... [Should she ask? She bit her lip and let out a breath.

Just go for it, Usagi.] Did you... I don't suppose you... you are... um... that is... youwouldn'thappentobedeadbackhomeinTokyo,wouldyou? [Translation: you wouldn't happen to be dead back home in Tokyo, would you?

Usagi blushed deeply, rubbing her arm as he pulled a seed from her hair. She hated asking, but she needed to know. Was this... was this an afterlife of some sort? She had JUST died.]