1 AM
So this is what it was like to die. Nobody had ever told Tsukiko that everything would be so slow and so quick at the same time. The monster kept charging, coming straight at her but barely seeming to get anywhere.
But her life was definitely flashing before her eyes, that part was pretty true. A seven-year-old blowing out candles on a fancy cake, flanked by two men and a woman; a preteen petting a stray cat in an alleyway; a young woman, pushing open the door to a shop...
10 PM
Tsukiko gently pushes open the door of the fireworks store. The bell above tinkled, like it did, and the shopkeeper looked up. Seeing that it was his usual he waved, like he did, and Tsukiko waved back, like she did, before setting off on a familiar run through the store.
Five minutes later the shop's door tinkled once again as Tsukiko exited, arms laden with bags totally full of questionably legal fireworks of all kinds. She took the familiar path to her next destination, absentmindedly balancing along the curb as she went (but mysteriously never dropping a single bag).
She rounded the corner and walked a few yards down the road, and her destination stood on the left: the back door of an arguably-shabby family home. Reaching beneath the mat with a foot, she found the key was placed exactly where it always was, and smiled.
Then she went in through Enzo's window, with all the bags, just because she could.
Midnight
Tsukiko sat cross-legged in the intersection they always used for setting off fireworks, looking around her at the remnants of the last hour and a half's fun. They still had an hour's worth left. She smiled. What she was about to ask always caught him.
"Enzo, do you want to light the Dancing Dragon or Fire God's Fury next? It's your turn to pick."