Arata, holding the cardboard box that contained Mew in her hands, was walking alongside Muichiro, chattering excitedly. She was gazing at the night sky, admiring constellations and, according to her, how the stars connected and formed different images.
"Oh, that rhymes!" Arata realized giggling.
They had made their way out of the forest and walked through the soundless streets of the town near them. Rows of empty buildings stretched out beside them. The only sound in the air was the faint hoot of an owl, the occasional rustle from trees when the wind blew, and Muichiro and Arata's footsteps.
"...Which one are you talking about?" Muichiro replied in a dull tone.
"That one, that one!" Arata bounced up and down, freeing one hand to point at the sky.
"I don't see it," Muichiro said, flatly.
"Oh..." Arata said, dejectedly. But, she quickly became up-spirited again, "That's okay! Look, look, that one looks like me!"
"Which one?"
"That one! Look, that part looks like my hair... that part looks like my eyes..." Arata pointed at different stars.
