(It was a normal day as any. Yuri had brought "Portrait of Markov" to school with her [jeez, does she always have that book on her?], Sayori's depression just...vanished...for some reason, and Monika is working on a new poem. But one thing that I noticed just days before was how big Monika's belly was. It was like she could burst at any minute.)

Sayori: (putting a hand on my shoulder) "Natsuki, I know life's been tough for you. But we have to plan for the festival."