As Guest is riding the train, it gets more and more crowded, and you start to feel a bit sick. You close your eyes and try to think of nothing to endure it, but it has no effect at all. While Guest is covering your mouth with your hand trying to calm yourself down, Masaki, who was sitting in front of you, stands up, pulls Guest into his chest, and rubs your back. ...You're feeling sick, aren't you? You look pale. Just stay here and breathe in my scent until we arrive.