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My wife is irretrievably lost. She can no longer visit your home in any form



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My wife is irretrievably lost. She can no longer visit your home in any form

That was what Kyoko Yasuda’s husband had said. 
If I may use a classical analogy here, you people might have opened Pandora’s 
box and let loose all kinds of things in the world. The two of you may have joined 
forces by accident, but you turned out to be a far more powerful team than you 
ever imagined. Each of you was able to make up for what the other lacked

So said Ushikawa. 
Both seemed to be trying to say the same thing: Tengo had unleashed some kind of 
power before fully comprehending it himself, and it was having a real impact 
(probably not a desirable impact) on the world around him. Tengo turned off the word 
processor, sat down on the floor, and stared at the telephone. He needed more hints, 
more pieces of the puzzle. But no one would give him those. Kindness was one of the 
things presently (or permanently) in short supply in the world. 
He thought about phoning someone—Komatsu or Professor Ebisuno or Ushikawa. 
But he couldn’t make himself actually do it. He had had enough of their inscrutable, 
deliberately cryptic pronouncements. If he sought a hint concerning one riddle, all 
they would give him was another riddle. He couldn’t keep up the game forever. Fuka-
Eri and Tengo were a powerful team. That’s all they needed to say. Tengo and Fuka-
Eri. Like Sonny and Cher. The Beat Goes On. 
Day after day went by. Finally Tengo grew tired of staying holed up in his apartment, 
waiting for something to happen. He shoved his wallet and a paperback into his 
pockets, put on a baseball cap and sunglasses, and went out, walking with decisive 
strides as far as Koenji, the nearby station. There he showed his pass and boarded the 
Chuo Line inbound rapid-service train. The car was empty. He had nothing planned 
that day. Wherever he went and whatever he did (or didn’t do) was entirely up to him. 
It was ten o’clock on a windless summer morning, and the sun was beating down. 
Wondering if one of Ushikawa’s “researchers” might be following him, he paid 
special attention on the way to the station, stopping suddenly to glance behind him, 
but there was no sign of anyone suspicious. At the station, he purposely went to the 
wrong platform and then, pretending to change his mind all of a sudden, he dashed 
down the stairs and went to the platform for trains headed in the other direction. But 
no one else seemed to take those same maneuvers. He must be having a typical 
delusion of being pursued. Of course no one was following him. Not even Tengo 
knew where he was going or what he was about to do. He himself was the one who 
most wanted to watch his own forthcoming actions from a distance. 
The train he had boarded passed Shinjuku, Yotsuya, Ochanomizu, and arrived at 
Tokyo Central Station, the end of the line. Everyone got off, and he followed suit. 
Then he sat on a bench and gave some thought to where he ought to go. 
I’m in 
downtown Tokyo now
, Tengo thought. 
I have nothing planned all day. I can go 
anywhere I decide to. The day looks as if it’s going to be a hot one. I could go to the 
seashore
. He raised his head and looked at the platform guide. 


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At that point he suddenly realized what he had been doing all along. 
He tried shaking his head a few times, but the idea that had struck him would not 
go away. He had probably made up his mind unconsciously from the moment he 
boarded the inbound Chuo Line train at his station in Koenji. He heaved a sigh, stood 
up from the bench, went down the platform stairs, and headed for the Sobu Line 
platform. On the way, he asked a station employee for the fastest connection to 
Chikura, and the man flipped through the pages of a thick volume of train schedules. 
He should take the 11:30 special express train to Tateyama, transfer there to a local, 
and he would arrive at Chikura shortly after two o’clock. He bought a Tokyo–Chikura 
round-trip ticket and a reserved seat on the express train. Then he went to a restaurant 
in the station and ordered rice and curry and a salad. He killed time after the meal by 
drinking a cup of thin coffee. 
Going to see his father was a depressing prospect. He had never much liked the 
man, and his father probably had no special love for him, either. Tengo had no idea if 
his father had any desire to see him. His father had retired from NHK four years 
earlier and, soon afterward, entered a sanatorium in Chikura that specialized in care 
for patients with cognitive disorders. Tengo had visited him there no more than twice 
before—the first time just after the father entered the facility when an administrative 
procedural problem had required Tengo, as the only relative, to travel out there. The 
second time had involved a pressing administrative matter as well. Two times: that 
was it. 
The sanatorium stood on a large plot of land across the road from the shoreline. 
Originally the country villa of a wealthy family connected with one of the prewar 
zaibatsu—large, influential, family-controlled financial/industrial monopolies—it had 
been bought as a life insurance company’s welfare facility and, more recently, 
converted into a sanatorium primarily for the treatment of people with cognitive 
disorders. To an outside observer, it appeared to be an odd combination of elegant old 
wooden buildings and new three-story reinforced-concrete buildings. The air there 
was fresh, however, and aside from the roar of the surf, it was always quiet. One 
could walk along the shore on days when the wind was not too strong. An imposing 
pine grove lined the garden as a windbreak. And the medical facilities were excellent. 
With his health insurance, retirement bonus, savings, and pension, Tengo’s father 
could probably spend the rest of his life there quite comfortably, all because he had 
been lucky enough to be hired as a full-time employee of NHK. He might not be able 
to leave behind any sizable inheritance, but at least he could be taken care of, for 
which Tengo was tremendously grateful. Whether or not the man was his true 
biological father, Tengo had no intention of taking anything from him or giving him 
anything. They were two separate human beings who had come from—and were 
heading toward—entirely different places. By chance, they had spent some years of 
life together, that was all. It was a shame that things had come to that, Tengo 
believed, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. 
Tengo knew that the time had come for him to visit his father again. He didn’t 
much like the idea, and he would have preferred to take a U-turn and go straight back 
to his apartment. But he already had his round-trip and expresstrain tickets in his 
pocket. He was all set to go. 


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He left the table, paid his bill, and went to the platform to wait for the Tateyama 
express train to arrive. He scanned his surroundings once more, but saw no likely 
“researchers” in the area. His only fellow passengers were happy-looking families 
heading out for a few days at the beach. He took off his sunglasses, shoved them into 
a pocket, and readjusted his baseball cap. 

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