"Now." Homura grunted, leaping down next to Shizuo and taking his hand.

But before Homura could do anything, the whole world faded to black. Blinking, she got up, and looked around, seeing nothing for miles.

"...Hm," Homura shrugged, noticing a bed in front of her for some reason. With little effort, she carried Shizuo to the far-too comfy looking mattress and laying him down in it.

A stool appeared out of convenience, which Homura simply sat on, waiting on Shizuo.

"Oyasumi."