There's no way this is possible. He shot me, right? And I died, yes?
... Well. Anyway. I woke up in that same apartment, with everything I died with. How interesting.
New York has changed quite a bit though. I asked someone where the World Trade Center had disappeared to and was then punched in the face. That was... unnecessary.
Hmm~. I wonder where Eiri is.
Maybe this journal thing will prove to be useful.