"What do you mean, how?" There's a lot to change -- who, not a human. How, well, with inhuman help. He wishes Jade would simply assume that perhaps the woman tried to stop a fistfight between two boys and fell to her death. That doesn't sound too strange.

But trying to remember his own words, he can see why it also wouldn't make a lot of sense. Rubbing his temples, Shinjirou scoots back to lean against the wall. Fuck this. "Do you, uhm. Believe in ghosts and stuff?"