It was a miracle that Tanizaki was still unconscious, but if he stayed that way until she got him inside, maybe they could still chalk up what he'd seen as an after-effect, or too many late nights (fantasizing over his charge cooking his breakfast and calling him little terms of endearment and clad in a wedding gown, no doubt).

Naomi was glad, any way she looked at it. This moment, she could easily forget a fight between espers, the Normals who hated them, Jolt's own situation, everything else except sitting here and letting the music govern her voice. It was almost liberating.