The light from the rising sun pours through the window and awakens you from a rough sleep. You toss and turn a bit, but no one can deny the day star for long, and eventually, wiping sleep out of your eyes, you sit up. Ah, right, its June 30th. A Saturday. You don't really need to wake up at all. Damn, what time is it? 10, huh. Not bad, at least you weren't woken up early.
You check next to your bed, but nothing is there. Weird, what were you expecting? If you wanted the newspaper, you'd have to at least go to the front door. Or hire a supernatural paper boy...
Oh well, no sense in dreaming about nothing. Serako, didn't you have that date with Mr. Yukimura to plan? Angelo, I'm sure you had some homework or something to do.
Well, the day is young, and no one can tell you what to do any more. Least of all me.