Shirigana's colors inverted as he once again became Shojoro. He rose up. "Asleep in the park again?" He sighed. Looking down, he noticed Fluffy. Not only could he not hurt her, but he wouldn't try: In his mind, killing people in their sleep wasn't any fun at all. A bat made of bones flew to Shojoro's side. Before climbing aboard, he picked up Fluffy, having the nagging urge to take her back home instead of leaving her there. The bat's wings flapped, carrying its one and a half passengers to Shirigana's balcony on the third floor. Shojoro opened the door, dismissed his familiar, and went inside. His first stop was Fluffy's room, where he gently placed her on a pillow. Next he went into the living room to watch a movie about ninjas. He held off on the cheering, not wanting to wake Fluffy for some reason. At the sun's first light, he would be Shirigana once again.