The next morning you wake and stretch slowly, shaking off the dregs of sleep and the tatters of a dream about seeing a group of 'Mahou Shoujo.' But when you sit down to check email, you're in for a little bit of a shock.

It wasn't a dream after all; three comments to your journal entry prove that you at least wrote out about seeing them before you fell asleep. The comments are all jocular or disbelieving, but you know that you really saw something.

You spend the rest of your summer break wandering the back streets and alleys of town, hoping against hope to see them again, to prove to yourself that you're not insane. You have no luck in re-encountering the girls, and three weeks into the school year, you happen to overhear a discussion in the hall between classes -- it appears someone else had seen them last week from their bedroom window.

It becomes a bit of an obsession for you, eventually devoting your life to paranormal investigations. You encounter many phony ghost, fake ghouls, and even a kabuki actress 'oni,' but never anything legitimate. The remainder of your life is spent in regret - your one opportunity, your one close encounter and you wasted it.

Alone in a nursing home seventy years later you breath your last and pass on into the next world without any sense of achievement.