Kagome's hands shook as she dipped her finger into the vial and gently painted the rune for oblivion on Sango's forehead. Shimmering silver, the magical symbol shone before it faded and seemed to retreat into the skin of the sleeper. Almost noiselessly she slipped over to Miroku, in order to completely erase all memories concerning Kagome in his brain as well ...

It was hardest for her with Inuyasha. As if in a trance she got up, she couldn't believe what she had just destroyed. Still with her head slightly fogged, she gathered everything that belonged to her, shouldered her bundle, and climbed the gentle slope to the bone-eating well on her own. Sorrowful over what she was leaving behind forever, she found it hard to think of the joys of modern Tokyo. It all looked so gray and colorless compared to her previous life in the Middle Ages ...

Kagome tossed her luggage into the well while she looked up at the moon and involuntarily wondered when Inuyasha would become human again ... and then the shock hit her: the well was destroyed.Splinters of wood were lying around everywhere and nothing was left of the well except for the hole, which still reached deep into the earth to the water table.

She stood there petrified, staring at the terrible picture that presented itself to her. Then a slight hope rose in her: Perhaps the fountain would bring her home anyway? She had to go down anyway, she had already - rashly - thrown her luggage into it.

Please, it just has to work ...

She took a deep breath and jumped into the darkness.

What she felt next was a burning pain in her left elbow, followed by an indescribable feeling of emptiness and despair. She was stranded.

Kagome gathered her things and climbed out of the ruined well. She didn't hear any of the nocturnal noises, had no ear for the rustling of the trees that seemed to whisper to her. She did not even notice her own blood, which ran down her grazed arm and remained as sparkling drops in the grass.Too numb her thoughts were the fact that she would never be able to go back to her time.
For a long time she sat motionless in the grass, staring at the moon as if this cool, distant disk could offer her consolation. Finally she crawled to her backpack, pulled out a blanket and spread it out. She let herself fall on it, her head in her arms ... and then the world sank into tears of despair.

Behind a tree at the edge of the clearing where the fountain had stood, sat the one who tolerated or understood tears least of all: Inu Yasha's big brother Sesshomaru, his expression blank. Jaken at his side hadn't dared to say anything before, but now, after two hours, he just had to know what made his master stay here for so long. He whispered: “Sir, why are you wasting your time observing the ruins of a fountain?” Actually, he had not expected an answer, but his master whispered: “It is curiosity.Sheer curiosity. I thought my measly half-demon of a brother had a special relationship with this human woman. What sense does it make there that he secretly goes out and lets the only way into their time disappear forever? This gate will be locked forever, because the well itself can be repaired, only it never leads into the flow of time again. She's trapped here and that was apparently his aim. "