EXT. ASAKAWA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  Asakawa emerges from her CAR, looking tired.  She drags herself up the
  stairs to her apartment.

  INT. ASAKAWA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

  Asakawa walks in, immediately assailed by NOISE.  Though no one is in 
  the room the TV has been left on, volume up at full blast.  Asakawa, 
  frowning,leans over to turn the TV off.  She turns, calling her son's 
  name concernedly.

  				ASAKAWA
		Yoichi?

  Asakawa takes a few steps.  She sees Yoichi seated on the floor in the 
  next room, absorbed in play.  A multitude of TRUCKS and other small toys 
  cover the floor of the room.  Asakawa walks towards her son.

  				ASAKAWA
		Was someone here?

				YOICHI
			(Distractedly)
		Nope.

  Asakawa leans over, begins picking up some of the toys.

				ASAKAWA
		You shouldn't just leave your things
		lying all over the place, Yoichi.  Have
		you eaten yet?

				YOICHI
		I'm not hungry.

  Asakawa straightens, her face angry.

				ASAKAWA
		Is it too much to ask that you take care
		of things when I'm not around?  I don't
		exactly have a lot of free time, in case
		you haven't noticed!

  Yoichi looks up, startled at his mother's anger.  Wordlessly he stands,
  begins straightening up the room.  Asakawa, her face a mixture of anger
  and regret, turns her back and makes for the kitchen.

  INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

  Yoichi is sound asleep in his futon.  Asakawa stands in the doorway, 
  eyes fixed intently on her son.  She enters the room and slides into 
  bed next to him, arm around him protectively.  She shuts her eyes only 
  briefly, and soon they are again open and staring wide and unblinking 
  into the darkness.