It had been a long time since Homura had hunted a witch; there was a different enemy now. It was her first sign that something wasn't precisely right in this warehouse. She'd think the difficult search was the trick of a barrier, but no barrier would look so normal, completely bare of the chaotic elements of a witch's mind.

Perhaps, after so long, she was beginning to forget things after all, perhaps it was another long journey in another long timeline, heading towards its own explosive end. Nevertheless, she was there, as if she always had been, suddenly calmly falling into step beside Kyoko.

"Be patient," advised the girl with all the time in the world. She brushed long hair out of her way. "You will not find your quarry by letting yourself become rash in your temper."