Hold up! That's an awfully long trip....

"Er, that's not going to be easy," you say quickly, running ahead to block Sango's exit. "See, um, the Bone Eater's Well is in Japan, right?"

"Of course it's here!" she snaps, trying to sidestep you.

"Well, that's just it. You're in the United States now; we're halfway around the world from Japan."

"WHAT?!?" Sango exclaims, her deep brown eyes widening in shock.

To illustrate, you grab a globe off you desk. "See this bunch of islands here? That's Japan. And this," you emphasize, pointing to your general location in North America, "is where we are now. According to the little legend here, we're about ... twelve thousand miles away."

Sango's face, already fair as a porcelain doll, goes absolutely white. "Twelve thousand ... miles?"

"Yep. Afraid so."

Sango drops to her knees, overwhelmed. "But ... that can't be! There's no way I could cover that kind of distance. Without Kirara or some kind of flying demon, it would take years!"

Deciding not to mention airplanes or ocean liners just yet, you place a comforting hand on Sango's shoulder. "Sorry. Like I said, you may want to re-think your travel plans. In the meantime, you can stay here with me."

Sango looks up at you, the ghost of a smile on her lips. "Really? I ... well, thank you. It's very generous of you to share your hospitality with me."

"Oh, believe me, it won't be any trouble at all...."