One hundred years later, he returns to the village. The hot spring is still there: almost everything is the same as he remembers. Haruka pays for a night and goes outside. He leans back against the stones and is careful to keep his wrist out of the water. The bells ring once, and are silent. He wants to say something, but the spot beside him is empty. It has been for fifty years. Everything is the same, but different because of that, and he finds himself oddly disappointed. When Haruka leaves the village the next morning, he doesn’t look back.