Listening to Junpei and Shinjiro, another realization hit her. Crossing her arms tightly over her chest to fend off the chill in the air, she asked, "Are we...are we going to live here now?"

Shinjiro was usually a stoic young man, but his nonchalant air about having an apartment in a strange world made Fuuka worry. Her parents' faces flashed in her mind, and she squeezed herself tighter, thinking of how she may never see them again.

'No,' she thought, straightening herself up, 'No I will not give up. It is too early for that.'

"Have you and...and the others been looking for a way home?" she asked after a long pause, speeding up so she matched Shinjiro's stride. Glancing back at Junpei, she was sure he had the same worries as she did. He had to...right?