INT. ASAKAWA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  The lights are off.  In the darkness we can see Yoichi curled up 
  in a ball, having fallen asleep waiting for his mother to come 
  home.  The DOOR opens now, and Asakawa creeps quietly in.  She
  drops to her knees beside her son, face despondent as she regards
  him intensely.  She reaches out and strokes his hair.

				ASAKAWA
		I'm so sorry...
	
	
  INT. ASAKAWA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  Asakawa sits, TELEPHONE in hand.

				ASAKAWA
  		Ryuji?  Look... would you meet with
		me tomorrow?  It's important.

  In the background, the sound of approaching thunder RUMBLES
  menacingly.