Tokyo, 7:00 p.m. Lelouch was sitting on a train, by himself, still stressed from the previous day.
Lelouch: Damn... I can't stop shaking. Why...? Why won't it stop...?
Lelouch's cell phone rang, and he recognized the number on the caller ID as Kallen's.
Lelouch: (opens cell phone) Please, don't call me, right now. I'm not...good for it, right now. (hangs up) Dammit... Is it still haunting me?
Lelouch's cell phone rang, again, and he answered it, without looking at the caller ID.
Lelouch: I said, now's not a good time.
Sears: (over phone) Lelouch Lamperouge.
Lelouch: ...Marsh Sears.
Sears: We finally have the chance to speak. Hawking told me much about you.
Lelouch: Yeah, well, he was a piece of shit, anyway. He can stay dead, for all I care.
Sears: You can keep your opinions to yourself- (grunts) Dammit, not now! Not...again! (grunts, then chuckles) Evenin'.
Lelouch: What, do you have an urban alter ego, or something?
Sears: Ooh! A guess from the gray sheep turned white sheep! How inte