"No, this was our first encounter with writing from our worlds. Even now, I'm not certain what it means..." It's troublesome, really. What does it mean for the worlds we left behind? "It's difficult to say with certainty, when people here may be pulled across different points in time. For instance, there is someone from my 'world' who hails from many years in the past. We coexist, our histories have yet to change from that coexistence..."

Akechi's eyes drift back to the paper scrap, and he nods. "In any case, these particular clues are new. As for the radio... well, it would appear there are prerecorded messages corresponding to the convoy's preset route. It's all so meticulously planned out..."