"You finally went and jumped in?" The master asked with bewildered eyes.
"I didn't think it would come to that." Meitei tugs at the tip of his own nose.
"After I jumped, all went blank. The moment became a dream. When I regained my senses, I was cold but not at all wet, and I didn't seem to have swallowed any water. This was odd, as I knew for a fact that I'd jumped. With a sense of wonder, I looked around and was taken by surprise. Though intending for the water, I'd in fact jumped backward and landed in the middle of the bridge. I was greatly disappointed. By mistaking backward for forward, I'd lost my chance to unite with that voice." Floating a grin, Kangetsu tugged characteristically at his haori ties.
"Ho, ho, ho, ho. Intriguing indeed. Uncannily similar to my own experience. Professor James could take this up. As a sketch of the subconscious mind, it would not go unnoticed in literary circles. ... By the way, what of that certain young lady's illness?" Meitei followed up with a query.
"Several days ago, when I stopped to pay my New Year's respects, she was out in the yard playing battledore with the maidservant. She'd recovered fully and was back to her usual self."
At this point the master, who'd been reticent all along, finally asserted himself. "I have one too," he said.
"What's that? One what?" It hadn't occurred to Meitei that the master might contribute.
"Mine too was at year's end."
"Quite a coincidence, all at year's end," laughed Kangetsu. A piece of mochi clung to his broken front tooth.
"Let me guess now, the same day and the same time?" Meitei ribbed the master.