Mutsumi looks down at her guitar — it's not her guitar, the one she has at home, but it is hers all the same. She holds it close to her chest and shakes her head. She doesn't know what happened either, because it all seemed to happen so fast. It was like she was moving according to some new instinct. All she can say for sure is that she knows something now that she didn't before, even though she somehow can't quite put it into words. Her lips part slightly, just two words falling quietly.

"I...remembered."