It's back to relationshipon again. Stereotypes abound. And poor Kouta is unable to understand even when told to his face. That's the problem with being a savior type person, I guess ... you're too innocent to be familiar with such emotions as envy.
There is little progress of any sort. The cosmic fracture is on everyone's mind. But what are the aliens up to? The last seconds of this episode may give us a startling clue.
I was determined to write in my journal about my weekend at my parents' farm near Askvoll, and the two strange lights I had seen in the sky one evening there, and the music from the sky that acoompanied them. I also wanted to write about how I no longer hated my job and had got a new direction in my life. The title of my journal entry would be The End of the World. And then I woke up and realized that I had dreamed it all. I had been here all weekend, and nothing had changed. And yet for that little while, I had had in my brain complete memories of the last four days lived elsewhere and very differently.
It is a creepy thing that in our brains we can so easily create such detailed and vivid memories. What if one day I forget what was and what was not? I guess I am lucky to have my journals to remind me. But still, it was kinda shocking. The memories are fading now, but they are still there, as if there were two of me and we just recently joined again.