Daisuke had heard that some of very good films looked - and even sounded - fantastic on the screens here. He had several times gone to special screenings when little work had come his way. But now, in his work, it seemed to him that this custom of enjoying a film in the evening was entirely difficult to arrange.

He looked at each poster as he walked past them, curiously and with a hand in his pocket as though he were debating whether it was worth his money. And there, in his way, was somebody he knew. He had missed her in school lately. She was gazing up, at a poster for an animation.

"Maybe," he said, "you should just spoil yourself and see it."