On the beach at Superior, you found me
where I’d been for hours, cut by the lake’s sharp rim.
You stopped a dozen feet from me.
What passed in that quiet said:
I have nothing to give you.At dusk, birch forest is a shore of bones.
I’ve pulled stones from the earth’s black pockets,
felt the weight of their weariness — worn,
exhausted from their sleep in the earth.
I’ve written on my skin with their black sweat.
Fate / Body+Soul
At the scene of Amachi’s disappearance, Aoki retraces her last steps in search of leads.
Search for Her Body
As field investigation is under the jurisdiction of Criminal Affairs (as Aoki had ironically told Amachi days before), a fellow member of the Ninth confronts him and admonishes him to back off.
“Are you still having nightmares? Aoki. Amachi was definitely special, but that doesn’t mean that she’s haunting you. There is no reason for her to hold [what you last said to her] against you. The apparitions in your dreams are you! It’s your conscience manifesting itself in the form of Amachi, but it’s not her. You’re having nightmares about yourself.”
But Aoki already knows that:
“Exactly. It’s not Amachi, no. I dream about Amachi because I regret what I said and how I behaved towards her.” And I’m the one who caused the nightmare she had. That’s why… “That’s why I all I can do is search… I must find her body to erase this remorse I feel.” If I don’t… If I don’t find it, Amachi will appear in my dreams for the rest of my life.
Striking out on his own, Aoki ends up at the plastic surgeon’s clinic Amachi visited right before her disappearance. He realizes too late that he was right all along — Amachi’s dreams did in fact contain all the clues: the jar of cheap jewellery she brought him in the dream and had mentioned in their last conversation, the scent of Japanese cypress — the serial killer’s trophies, the surgeon’s perfume as she extracted Amachi’s brain. He is knocked out and, all of a sudden, in lethal danger: Having seen the surgeon’s face and the collection of jewellery and organs, he cannot be allowed to return. He is placed next to Amachi’s body in the morgue freezer, his heart to be carved out and sent back to the Ninth in lieu of his brain.

In a Dream You Were Alive
Recognizing Amachi’s physical presence by her scent, he begins to dream. In Amachi’s dreamscape, he searches for her, cool box in hand, ready to get the brain back to its owner posthaste. He finds her sleeping on a floating step in the sky. When she opens her eyes, he puts her brain in its proper place, and they happily enjoy their reunion.

Feeling the temperature drop, Aoki urges Amachi to get out of the dream and come back with him. Amachi, however, cannot go back anymore, and pleads with him to stay. As Aoki’s body temperature sinks further and further, his struggle with impending death in Amachi’s frozen world overlaps with scenes of Amachi’s desperate pleas to be saved from the cold as her brain was removed. In his dream, Amachi clings to his immobile body and holds him gently as he steers closer towards death, asking him to stay, assuring him that everything will be fine soon and that she will be by his side. All he has to do is let go and stay.

As it turns out, Maki stuck a tracking device on Aoki in a wise bout of foresight, surmising that he may be the next victim. Aoki is saved at the last minute. For Amachi however, it is too late. Lying motionless on the operating table next to Aoki, her one hand, now in the state of rigor mortis, has strangely managed to reach out and clutch his jacket tightly. He gives it to her as a parting gift.
Here, the story asks a question without offering an answer:
Her body continued to live for three days after her cerebral cortex was removed, supported only by her cerebellum and brain stem. She lived like an animal in hibernation. Where was her soul during that time? In her cut-off brain? Or in her body? Or in both?
A Smiling Face
The night before Amachi’s funeral, the Ninth gathers to watch the end of her dream, the images recorded right before the termination of her brain activity. As with Aoki’s near-death experience, it is a dream triggered by the rush of endorphins designed to ease the pain and anguish of death, a happy world conceived by the brain. In the dream, Amachi, though still a newbie, is a fully acknowledged member of the Ninth. She serves Maki coffee without spilling it. She offers Aoki her help. She receives praise, encouragement, proper instruction, the opportunity to be helpful and to grow, and, most importantly, thanks and smiles from all of the team, Aoki most of all.
Her halcyon dream hits the spectating team hard, and moves Aoki to tears.
Is that all? Is that what happiness meant to Amachi, the ideal world she desired? The last dream she had in her life? So banal, so simple… Why couldn’t I give her that while she was still alive?
My smiling face from her imagination remained frozen on the screen and tormented the real me.

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in