have you take me home. You’d better at least do that for me, murderer.” “...Right. Of course.” I took her hand. ---------- The rain started pouring hard again. It made a sound like hundreds of birds pecking on the roof. The girl sat in the passenger’s seat and threw her wet blazer onto the back seat, then fumbled to turn on the light. “Are you listening? Take a look at this.” She thrust her palm in front of my face. Shortly after doing so, a light-purple wound appeared on her pretty palm. It looked like a cut made with something sharp that had healed into a scar over the years. I couldn’t see it being something she suffered from the accident earlier. I must have looked sufficiently dumbfounded, so she explained. “I got this cut five years ago. ...You figure out the rest. You more or less know the explanation now, don’t you?” “No I don’t. Actually, I’m just more confused. What’s going on here?” She sighed in annoyance. “In short, I can change events that happen to me so that they never happened.” Never happened? I tried to give her words some thought, but found I didn’t understand anything about it. “Can you make it a little simpler for me? Is that a metaphor?” “No. Just interpret it exactly the way it sounds. I can change events that happen to me so that they never happened.” I scratched my neck. Interpreting it exactly as it sounded just made it impossible to understand. “I can’t blame you if you don’t believe me. Even I haven’t figured out why I can do it yet.”