It couldn’t have been three minutes since she left her seat. But when she came back, something important was missing. The headphones she’d hung on the chair were nowhere to be found. Sanagi immediately looked around. The book she was reading was there on the seat, and her other belongings were still there, so it seemed unlikely that the headphones were considered a lost item and taken away. They’d been stolen. She cursed her carelessness for getting out of her seat and leaving her headphones behind. Without those, she couldn’t walk through crowds or ride the train - how could she have neglected them? She put the book in her bag and left the library with an uncertain gait. Should I take an hour walking home, or endure and take the train? Both felt equally difficult. I’ll take this optimistically, she told herself. You could think of this like my chance. Once I overcome this trial, I’ll know for sure my disorder has gotten much better than before. But not five minutes after leaving the library, her heart was torn to shreds. She couldn’t remember how she’d walked around outside before. What expression she had, where she placed her gaze, how fast she walked, how she swung her hands. The more she thought about it, the more awkward it felt, and her scopophobia intensified. To get away, she went off the road and down stairs, hid under Sagae Bridge, and grasping at straws, called Kousaka.