"I see I've only managed to keep you here, eh Haru?" Summer asks, smiling at the little boy. Haru looks around him and realizes that he's alone in the audience. "Where'd the others go?" he asked confusedly. "Well, Haru, they went outside to enjoy this beautiful summer day. Before you go join them, would you please go and fetch me a pencil and paper? I doubt those three are going to remember my story come next year." Haru runs off and returns with a wrinkled piece of paper and an ancient quill, which he shoves in the old man's lap before racing off to join the other neighborhood children. Summer smiles sadly, and starts writing his story.
