Dense predawn fog.
Dead calm again today.
I get up as usual.
I take an hour to get dressed and ready.
In the morning I go outside with the Entourage to assess the situation.
I confirm there's nothing anywhere in sight.
I check our supplies to see how much we have left.
We need to find a way out of this.
Re-I...
Vincent.
Vincent!
Another 2,000 miles to Mosk.
The calm continues since arriving here.
The only thing stirring is my impatience.
And then there are the Proxies which remain a mystery...
far from being solved and only continues to deepen.
I can't tell anymore.
How much do they control?
And the most mysterious thing of all is...
now lying there right in front of me.
Dead Calm
Good morning.
Throughout the day I observe the Proxy's mode of life.
It's pathetic.
Is leaving the toilet seat up the only way he can assert his maleness?
Vincent!
Did you hear me?
How many times do I have to tell you to lower the toilet seat?
- I heard you.
- No, you didn't!
Since I have the time, I observe the infected AutoReiv.
I see.
Life is often likened to ajourney.
A pinch of salt?
That's awfully vague, isn't it?
Yet another discovery in this strange world.
Sometimes there are surprises.
Forget it!
No!
When did that happen?!
While preparing lunch...
I verify another facet of the cogito virus.
Are you left-handed too?
Left my hand?
AutoReivs aren't designed to favor one hand over the other.
Could her left-handedness be due to the emergence of an independent spirit?
Does it taste good, lady?
It's tough.
I'll settle the question of the AutoReiv's handedness later.
After thinking it over, I realize it's not so much Proxies...
but Vincent Law that I don't know anything about.
What?
Don't worry about it.
There it is.
There's a hole in your sock.
Don't worry about it.
The real question is...
do I even need to know?
In the afternoon, the supply shortage I'd feared suddenly comes to the fore.
3, 2, 1...
Re-I, it's been 3 minutes.
I still haven't washed my hair.
But considering how much water we have left...
I really need to wash my hair today.
Re-I!
Two more minutes.
Your hair's short, so you only need a minute.
But...
After talking it over...
the water shortage problem is temporarily solved.
What's the matter?
I'm exercising my eyeballs.
There was a marked decline in the crew's morale this morning.
It's been nearly 3 hours.
What the hell are they doing?
The food shortage problem only continues to grow worse.
"Beans again?" Is that what you're thinking?
Well, that's also true...
but why did you arrange them like that?
I thought a fresh appearance might make them more appealing.
The act itself raised some serious questions...
butjust staring at that unconcerned face of his...
irritated me for no particular reason.
The afternoon...
brought no change.
Brand new.
The idiot.
What's this?
Being on this journey under these conditions...
it suddenly dawns on me that there really is a kind of wall...
preventing Proxies and people...
as well as cogito infected AutoReivs and people from interacting.
Each entity is cordoned off and kept separate from the others.
There are moments when I feel this truth in my very bones.
I'll never understand.
What the...?
Hey, look!
Not again. You're gonna get it from her.
I'll paint your face too.
Stop!
Take a look!
I said stop...
But if you're gonna do it, maybe...
Oh, it's Re-I!
Look at Vince.
Looks like fun.
But...
I'm sorry! Re-I!
Standing before this vast, endless landscape...
it occurs to me just how powerless and insignificant we are.
What's your take on the situation?
Have you figured a way out?
A way out? Why are you asking me?
I can't help it if the wind doesn't blow.
And?
And so, well...
Well, what?
No, nothing.
What do you mean nothing?
Is that your conclusion after really putting your mind to it?
Or, have you not even tried to come up with something?
First and foremost...
what gives you the right to put dressing on our food without even asking?
Why do I have to adjust my taste to yours?
Well, um...
If you have something you want to say, then say it.
You don't seem to be able to take things into your own hands.
It's the same thing with this trip.
We're just making it up as we go along, aren't we?
Do you have a clear sense of purpose?
That's, well... l'm sure... if we go back to Mosk...
I'm sorry.
Flogging yourself is not an answer.
I'm sorry...
Why are you so wishy-washy?
Don't give me that "what's she squawking about now?" look!
I've lost my appetite.
Well, um, as for me...
I figured if wejust wait it out, eventually the wind will...
What are you suggesting now? That's just...
Forget it.
Still nothing to do.
As a diversion, I observe the AutoReiv.
No! When did that happen?!
Don't give me that "what's she squawking about now?" look!
I've lost my appetite.
Perpetually bored, my powers of thought deteriorate.
All I see are the problems.
Re-I...
I have tried to understand...
but it is impossible.
Predawn snow. Distance traveled remains unchanged.
I get up as usual.
I assess the situation.
Still as calm as ever.
On these bone-chilling days...
even when I know it's time to get up, my body doesn't seem to comply.
Oh, it's cold!
Snow!
Re-I! There's snow! Let's go play!
Re-I...
Hey...
Come on!
Pino, take a look! It's the aurora!
What's that?!
Wow! It's beautiful!
You idiot!
You stupid wind!
Come and get me!
What are you doing?
I'm right here!
I don't get it.
Damn it! Come on!
Come on, you bastard!
Hey! Come on!
Damn it!
We use as little electricity as possible in order to save it for the future.
She's really watching me.
And she's saying something. I wonder what.
Shave it. Shave it.
Could it be Re-I is...?
No, that's ridiculous.
Maybe it's a sign of malnutrition, but my mind can't seem to relax.
My nerves are about to snap.
Did I reach my limit?
I slept soundly for the first time in a while.
I dreamed about lggy.
The only thing I can rely on is my own will.
Vincent. The candle.
Oh, sure.
Ouch!
What was that?
Don't worry about it.
About what?
Don't give me that look.
You're utterly hopeless.
Are you all right?
Gotcha!
Pino, wait!
You stupid wind!
Come and get me!
Re-I...
I'm right here!
That feels good.
I got you good, Vince!
Don't laugh!
Come and get me!
The solution to a way out may be surprisingly simple.
I started to realize that thinking about it was useless.
What's more, for some reason...
Pino!
For some reason, I felt I could let myself smile.
Wind!
Another 2,000 miles to Mosk.
A strong Southwest wind.
A madness that roams the abandoned paradise.
A shadow that stirs amongst the forgotten ruins.
Our mutual thoughts now thunder.
Never-Ending Battle Our mutual thoughts now thunder.
Never-Ending Battle