Chikai tries not to wince when the now familiar memory plays once again. He doesn't remember everything about his last guest's visit, but he remembers enough to not let himself get upset about it being unearthed again.

Another night, though a warm one this time, and no lights save for a dull street lamp that barely touches the alley. The men he's trying to fight are wearing the same purple jacket Chikai would in the tunnel - the same one hung in the closet now. And when they snap to attention at their boss's arrival, it's clearly the same man who Toi would later murder. The white coat is very distinctive.

When it fades this time, Chikai keeps a level temper. This guy's awfully nosy, but if it's a choice between him rummaging around in the drawer or the closet, the closet was easily the lesser of two evils. "It's actually a pretty handy tool, once you sharpen it," he says, walking closer to peer over Jon's shoulder at the ruler. "Prob'ly wasn't gonna do me any good that night, though."