When Hikari woke up, it was gloomy in the room. She removed a strand of hair from over her forehead, looking at a white window. Some soft things stick to her fingers moving in her hair. "What is it?" Hikari murmurs. She makes the expression of fear unconsciously.
The balls lie in a row like a rosary, sticking to each hair. Pinching it by fingertips proved that the grain is elastic. It must not put in power too much, for if it breaks, a liquid spouts out probably. "Is it alive?" The breath sound of small balls comes out, as if it replies to her question.
The room is gradually dipped in the dark green shadow to all the corners. Hikari pinches a very small sphere quietly with the cushions of the middle finger and the thumb so that it may not break. Slowly, one by one, small spheres are extracted. A resilient swelling of thin film loses vitality when it falls on the floor where whitish deposit is heaped up.
Hikari feels apologetic towards Madoka. Although Hikari somewhat accepted with fear the situation that she would have forgotten everything when she wakes up again, the figure of Madoka still appeared on her mind clearly. "Hikari," The voice of Madoka revived. Man-catcher war forks against Madoka's breast and belly from right and left forced her on the square transparent objet d'art. The wet hair is crawling on her throat. Both men having forks looked around to a space between them simultaneously. They called with their eyes the fellow watching the situation with a spear in his hands. It was probably the first time he played the role, for his legs were leaden. The men having forks kept gazing at him. When Madoka hid in the back of the last man, Hikari felt her cry out, "Hikari!"
Madoka lying on her back to the floor put her fist to jaw in the process in which she changes. She turned her eyes to Hikari and said, "It cannot be released." The posture of Madoka which bent her elbow indeed has solidified. Hikari tried to pull the arm apart from the face with all her strength, but her efforts proved abortive. As Hikari put power, it was rather thought that the power glueing the two parts together increased greatly. Hikari became exhausted and sank down to the floor. Madoka's face was distorted and ashamed. Her eyes reminded Hikari to pierce her forehead when she would have slept. Suddenly, the voice of panic went up. What kind of effect is it? Madoka's body has been rapidly dragged even to the wall to the direction which the fist pushes.
