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In front of the table sat an adjustable backrest that rocked unstably. It was covered with a penguin-print cloth. Pajamas, neatly folded, lay on the seat, with a bra and panties wadded up next to them.

Maybe it's just because I'm in a young woman's apartment?
Ando was trying to figure out why he felt so uncomfortable. His chest was tight and his pulse was pounding. Seeing her underwear made him wonder if he was just an overexcited voyeur.

"What do you think, Doctor?"

The super was still standing in the doorway. He made no move to enter; he hadn't even taken off his shoes. Since she clearly wasn't to be found in her room, he seemed to have concluded that their business was finished and that it was time to go.

Ando didn't reply, walking over to the kitchenette instead. The floor here was wooden, but for some reason it felt like a thick carpet. He looked up: a ten-watt fluorescent light had been left on. He hadn't noticed it before because of the afternoon sunlight streaming in. Two glasses were in the sink. He turned the tap on, and after a while the water heated up. He pulled the string dangling from the bulb, turning out the light, and walked away from the kitchenette. When the light went out, he felt gooseflesh rising all over his body.

Nothing he saw gave him any clue as to Mai's whereabouts.

"Shall we go?" Ando said, not looking at the super. He put his shoes back on and left the apartment. He heard the key turn behind him. He finished tying his shoelaces, straightened up, and walked to the elevator ahead of the super.

As they stood there waiting for the elevator, an autopsy Ando had performed the previous summer came back to him all of a sudden. It was on a young female who'd been strangled at home in her apartment. They'd told him she'd been dead for eleven hours, but when he cut her open he found to his surprise that her organs were still at something close to normal body temperature. When a person dies, the body temperature drops at an average of one degree Celsius per hour. Of course, that's just an average, subject to all sorts of factors, such as the weather and location. All the same, it was extremely unusual to find a body still perfectly warm after eleven hours.

The elevator came up to the third floor and the doors started to open before Ando's eyes.

"Hold on a minute," he said. He didn't want to leave while any doubts lingered. The oppressive feeling he'd gotten as he'd stepped into Mai's room, the weird sensation of the wooden floor as he walked on it, almost as if it were melting away.

There was only one way he could describe the odd atmosphere of that room. It was like cutting into a body that had been dead for eleven hours and finding its insides still warm.

The elevator doors were fully open, but Ando did not step in. He was blocking the way, so the super couldn't get in either.

"Aren't you going to get in?"

Ando answered with a question of his own. "Are you sure you haven't seen her at all this last week?"

The elevator shut its doors and began its descent to the ground floor.

"If I have, then we wouldn't be here, would we?"

The super hadn't seen her. She hadn't shown up for class for a week, despite a near-perfect attendance record until now. She didn't answer the phone no matter how many times he called. A week's worth of newspapers were stuffed in her mailbox. It was clear that she'd been away since last Thursday. And yet, there was something about that place… It didn't
feel
like an apartment whose occupant had been away for a week. There was warmth there, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. It was just that something in the air said someone had been there until just a moment ago.

"I want to have another look," Ando said, turning to the super, who looked first surprised, then troubled, and then, briefly, afraid. This last emotion did not escape Ando's notice.

The old man's afraid of something.

The super handed Ando the key ring, saying, "Just drop them off in the office when you're done." He gave Ando a look as if to say,
If you want to go back, be my guest, but count me out.

Ando wanted to ask the super what his impressions of the place had been. But he'd probably be at a loss for words, even if Ando asked. That kind of thing wasn't easy to express. Ando wasn't sure if he himself could explain what he'd felt there.

"Thanks, I will," Ando said, accepting the keys and turning on his heel. He was afraid that he'd lose his nerve if he hesitated. In any case, he made up his mind to get out of there as soon as he figured out why the place felt so weird.

Once again, he opened the door. He wished he could leave it open while he was in the apartment, but it swung shut automatically when he let go. The moment it shut, air stopped flowing through the room.

Ando took off his shoes again and walked to the window. He closed it and opened the lace curtains as wide as they'd go. It was past three in the afternoon, and the window faced south; rays of sun slanted into the room. Bathed in light, Ando turned to have another look. The decor didn't strike him as particularly feminine, though it certainly wasn't masculine. If it hadn't been for the penguin design on the backrest, he wouldn't have been able to guess the inhabitant's gender.

Ando seated himself next to the backrest and picked up Mai's underwear. He brought them close to his face and sniffed them, then held them away, then sniffed them again. They smelled like milk. Takanori's undershirts had smelled like that when he was a toddler.

Ando put the underwear back where he'd found it and twisted his body until his eyes came to rest on the television. The power light glowed red: the VCR had been left on. He pushed EJECT and a tape popped out. There was a white label on its spine, with a title on it.

Liza Minnelli, Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr/1989.

This was written in large letters, none too neatly, with a felt-tip pen. It didn't look like a woman's writing. He took the tape out and examined it. It was fully rewound. After he'd scrutinized it for a while, he slid it back into the VCR. Ando hadn't forgotten how this whole series of incidents had something to do with a video. There was the story Mai had told him about Asakawa, then the fact that Asakawa had been carrying a video deck on the passenger seat at the time of the accident.

Ando pressed PLAY.

For two or three seconds the image on the screen looked like ink being mixed with some viscous fluid. Then a point of light appeared amidst the roiling blackness. Flashing, it moved around to the left and right, and then finally started to grow. Ando felt a momentary, but distinct, unpleasantness. Then, just when the point of light looked like it was about to turn into something else, a TV commercial came on. He recognized it as one he'd seen several times already. The contrast, as the darkness gave way to sunny ordinariness, was stunning. Ando felt his shoulder muscles unclench.

The ad was followed by another, and yet another. He fast-forwarded through more of them. Then came a weather report. A smiling woman was pointing to a weather map. He fast-forwarded some more, and got to what looked like a morning talk show. The scene changed again: a reporter was looking into the camera and speaking into a microphone, something about some celebrity getting divorced. Ando kept on fast-forwarding but couldn't find anything that corresponded to the title on the label. The tape must have been recorded over.

As he watched, Ando began to relax. Of course, he hadn't been expecting to see American singers, but something altogether more horrifying. Aside from the first few seconds, however, his fears had been misplaced: all the tape contained was mundane TV programming. The talk show came to an end and was followed by a rerun of an old samurai adventure. Ando stopped the tape and rewound it. He wanted to examine the weather report segment.

He found the beginning of the forecast and pressed PLAY. The woman said, "And now here's a look at the weather for Tuesday, November 13th."

He pressed PAUSE and the image froze.

November 13th?

Today was the fifteenth. Which meant that this had been recorded the day before yesterday. But who'd been around to press RECORD?

Was Mai here just two mornings ago?

But then how to explain the newspapers in her mailbox? Had she simply forgotten to pick them up?

Or maybe
… He opened the front panel of the VCR and tried to see if there was any evidence it had been programmed. It was possible that when she'd left the room a week ago, Mai had set the VCR to record something on the morning of the thirteenth.

At that moment, he heard something. It sounded like the faint splash of a drop of water. Without getting up, he turned his torso until he could see the sink in the kitchenette. But there didn't seem to be a drip there. He got up and peered into the bathroom.

The door was open a crack, just as it had been the last time he checked. He turned on the light and tried to push open the door. But it would only open halfway; the toilet blocked it. Ando leaned in through the narrow opening and saw a bathtub just large enough for someone to sit in if she drew her knees up to her chin. A nylon curtain draped down into it. He pulled the curtain out of the way and looked inside. Water dripped from the ceiling, landing with a splat; there was water pooled in the bottom of the tub. While Ando gawked, another drop fell, rippling the surface of the water. It was about four inches deep, and in one end of the tub it was swirling gently. Several strands of hair floated on the surface, and a few of them had gotten tangled as they swirled.

Ando wedged his way into the bathroom, leaning down until his head was inside the tub. The drain was a round black hole, that is to say, the plug had been pulled. Ando didn't immediately realize what that meant. The drainpipes were clogged with soap, or hair, or something, and the water wasn't draining well. But as Ando stared, he could see that the level was falling, if only gradually.

It finally occurred to Ando to ask himself who had pulled the plug.

It clearly hadn't been the super. He hadn't taken one step into the room. He hadn't even taken off his shoes.

Then who?

Ando took another step into the bathroom and crouched down. He held out his hand and hesitantly touched the surface of the water. It was still slightly warm. A few strands of hair tangled themselves around his fingers. It felt just like… sticking his hands into an eleven-hour-old corpse and finding it had maintained body temperature. The apartment had supposedly been vacant for a week. But only an hour ago, someone had filled the tub with hot water and, even more recently, pulled the plug. It was for ventilation that the window had been left open.

Ando hurriedly pulled his hand back and wiped it on his trousers.

On the other side of the toilet, directly below the toilet paper, he noticed a brownish stain. It wasn't fecal matter, but rather, like something that had been vomited up. Covered in a thin film, it retained the outline of undigested food. A reddish, square object-perhaps a piece of carrot?

Did Mai vomit this?

Ando was squatting with one foot in the tiny bathroom, but in order to examine the vomit he had to lean over. When he did so, though, he lost his balance.

He came to rest with his face pressed up against the edge of the toilet. The cream-colored porcelain digged coolly into his cheek, and he could only imagine what kind of expression he was making.

At that moment, he thought he heard someone laugh behind him.

Ando fought back the urge to scream, and froze in that ungainly posture.

It wasn't his imagination. He'd heard a distinct giggle behind him, from a point rather low to the floor. As if it had welled up from the floor, like some plant shoot poking up from the ground, blossoming forth in laughter. Ando tensed his muscles and held his breath.

"Hee-hee." There! The same giggle. He wasn't hallucinating. He was absolutely certain someone was behind him. But he could hardly move, much less turn around and look. He couldn't figure out what to do. With his face still pressed up against the smooth porcelain, he managed to call out, rather stupidly, "Is that you, super?" He couldn't prevent his voice from trembling. One foot still sticking out of the bathroom door, he thought he felt a current of air on it. Something was moving out there. Now, that something touched him on the patch of exposed skin between the hem of his slacks and the top of his socks, where they'd scrunched down. It brushed against him as it moved past, leaving behind the memory of its slithery touch. The lower half of his body shrank from it, and he let out a cry. He tried to tell himself that it was nothing; maybe a cat that'd been trapped in the room had licked his Achilles tendon. Nothing more. But it didn't work. Every one of his five senses knew that it was something else. Some unknown thing was behind him.

His face was below the top of the bathtub, so he couldn't see inside, but he could hear the water inside trying to gurgle out. There was a faint slurping sound as the water swirled down the drain, hair and all. But above that sound, he heard the floorboards creak. The creaky noise receded slowly from him.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He raised his voice in an inchoate yell, banged the bathroom door with his knee repeatedly, and even flushed the toilet. All the racket he'd caused finally gave him the courage to creep to his feet. Using his hands to steady himself, he raised himself until he was almost fully upright, and then he stopped to listen behind him. He desperately tried to think of a way to step out of the room without turning around. The hair on the nape of his neck stood on end, as if countless tiny spiders were crawling up his back.

He inched backward towards the entrance, making sure that his heel wasn't touching anything, and then he whirled around, grabbed the doorknob, and stumbled out into the hallway. He banged his shoulder on the wall, but he ignored the pain as he watched the door swing shut.

Gasping for breath, Ando headed for the elevator. The super's keys jangled in his pocket. Thank God he hadn't left them in the apartment! He certainly didn't want to go back in there again. He was sure something was in there, even though he could recall every corner of that room and he couldn't think of a single place for anything to hide. The futon was folded up neatly. The built-in wardrobe was neither wide nor deep enough. There was no place for any living thing to hide- unless it was pretty small.

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