"Brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favourite things."

Sana could hear the melody seeping from Momo's closed lips. Tendrils of song pouring out of and from the corners of her eyes. It looked like black blood to Sana. Or maybe poison. She smiled; her teeth stained black with the clashing of the polyharmony spilling to the floor. It was a matter of minutes it seemed before the liquid would fill the space between them and cover Sana's shoes over.

"It's been a while, Sana. Probably too long." It is just Sana that heard it, but she flinched at the sharpness of Momo's tone. She said it in a predatory manor. Sana's mind was morphing her beautiful features into a demonic image.

"Yeah it has. It's... a shame we didn't keep up with each other." Sana replied as steadily as possible.

"Do you want to hang out with us? We could catch up over tea... if you want?"

Sana couldn't even look into the face of the man that stood next to Momo. Instead she looked at their intertwined hands, her heart sinking slowly. She felt the rope around her neck squeeze a little. Coughing at the sudden air restriction, Sana tried to compose herself.

"Yeah sure. That would be awesome! I wanna hear all about Korea!"

She wondered if Momo could still understand her lies. Or maybe she had spent so long away that they had become lost in translation. Just like her little stumbles in Japanese due to her constant use of Korean.

"Oh! Let's go to that robotic sushi bar! That one... you remember?" Momo's eyes were still black and liquidly, though Sana could perceive a slight hint of excitement through the sludge. Of course, she remembered. She lived here. She wen