"The fountain," Micchi says, and Zack's mind races to think of the fastest route from his apartment. It's not far enough that he needs to catch a train; he should manage well enough on foot.

"The fountain," Zack repeats. "Okay. I'll be there, I'm on my way right now." He hurries to the door in an awkward half-shuffle, his desire to run straight to Micchi impeded by his stupid slow-healing leg. Maybe he can catch a taxi part of the way. "Micchi, do you want me to stay on the phone with you?" He locks his door behind him and starts toward the elevator. "I can keep talking if that's what you want, or I can go. Whatever you need."