Italized words are uttered in the characters' minds.

Haruko Street

8:01 amSunday

Ryosuke: (went out of the taxi with boxes) Thanks. (stares at the gate of the house) Nothing has change. (stares at the residence name on the side of the gate—‘Yamada’) (opens the gate) I wonder who cleans here. (went on the door only to see pair of shoes and sandals-he was so shock) Wait a minute. Is the ghost true? (shook his head) Tch. (wonders around before entering the house) This house seemed…cleaned. (walks slowly in the living room only to kick a figure inside some old newspaper) Whow!!! What is this? Huh! A human? (got the feather duster on the table and poke the figure) I think this one’s dead. Uhh!!! (runs and hide in the corner) (covers his mouth) there’s a dead human inside this house. (suddenly, he heard a moan) Hwaahh??? It’s alive!

Mirai: (stretches her arms) Ohayoo Pontaro!!!

Ryosuke: (still hiding) Pontaro?

Mirai: Ohayoo Mikan!!!

Ryosuke: (arches his brows) Mikan?

Mirai: (sighs before standing and made a little exercise) 1-2. 1-2 (turns back) 1-2. 1— Eh???

Ryosuke: (blinks and clears his throat-finally revealing himself)

Mirai: Who are you?

Ryosuke: Should I be the one asking that?

Mirai: Well, I’m Shida Mirai…What do you want? What are you doing here?

Ryosuke: I think I should throw that question back to you.

Later…

Dining table…

Mirai: (puts two cans of orange juice infront of them) I never thought your parents own ‘my’ house.

Ryosuke: (moves his brows) Your house.

Mirai: (takes a sip of orange juice) So, what’s your name?

Ryosuke: Ryosuke Yamada.

Mirai: (nods) Uhh. You’re here, why?

Ryosuke: I’m living here.

Mirai: (blinks) Oh. Are you kicked out of your hou—

Ryosuke: (irritated) I’m not.

Mirai: (blinks) Oh. (realizes) Uh. Follow me. (stands)

Ryosuke: Huh?

Inside an empty room…

Mirai: Well, this room is the only room va