One more week

The police have confiscated my bicycle. I arrived back at Hankyu Kawaramachi on Wednesday and looked for it chained to the metal fence, next to the river, but it wasn't there. I was afraid it had been stolen so I scrounged around on the ground for clues and found a note saying that it had been hald to the bike pokey, far south of the city. I had a million errands to run and did them all on foot. By hoof as my Mimi might say. I was just warned against drinking the water here. A month too late. I need out. I need out. Everything I own, not much at this point, is all on Koji's balcony and I think he isn't happy about it. I need out. I have to journey to retrieve my bike at some point.