( Sakura settles back, holding the tea between both hands. She doesn't drink at first, instead tipping her head back and looking off into the sky.

When she does speak, it's on nothing in particular, a shared half-musing that comes out of the depths of memory. )

The last time I was in a desert town like this, everyone I knew was being haunted. Literally haunted.

( She smiles to herself. )

Haunted by what were holograms and hallucinations, as it turns out.