It hadn't even been a month since Sandy left. Tricia couldn't speak English, her age was unknown, and she was underage? She smelled like she'd run away from home... but I decided not to think about it. She had rolled into my hotel along the Danube like a kitten. Naturally, I didn't chase her away and welcomed her in. I was thinking about how Tricia would be popular if she worked at a maid cafe in Akihabara, and so the first day passed, then the second, then the third day. Europe was already showing signs of turning from autumn to winter.