[Sumire does answer. "What's up?"] [She pauses. "Shika...? You mean that touchy-feely bitch? Why would I have her number? She's Natsuko's friend."] ["Yeah, sure. Hang on." She rummages around a bit, then returns with a number."] ["A main? The fuck?"] ["Hmm, wasn't she at that big gathering a few nights ago? Giving all the orders."] ["Yeah. On that Saturday."] ["I know. Hope you catch her in time."] ["Sorry. She's not my friend. She grabs my tits every time I see her. If she wasn't so damn powerful I've had really hurt her by now."] ["Oh! Oh shit, sorry. Yeah, uh, she called me a while ago. I've got no idea why she has my number.... Anyhow, she wants me to go to Tokyo Tower. I dunno why. Not sure if I'll show up or not."] ["Sorry, she didn't give it. I think she used a payphone, too, because it didn't show up on my cell."] [She snickers. "Good."] ["Later."]