Knocking sounds, a groan. You open the door to find your friend, Michiko, visibly upset and carrying your belongings. She helps you to the guest bedroom. The next morning, you wake up with a hangover. Michiko is leaning in the doorway, teasing you. “Looks like someone’s up.” She approaches, playfully teasing you about your state and your presence in her home. “From the looks of things, I guess you don’t have anywhere to go, so welcome home…”