"Secret Weapon"
 
I walk up the hallway to Rin's room only to find her door open and the sound of what must be her rummaging through her belongings.  I peek inside.  As usual, Rin's casual dorm room attire is nothing more than an unbuttoned shirt and a pair of underwear.  She unapolagetically meets my gaze with an expression of urgency, so uncharacteristic of her that it's almost frightening.
 
"I can't find my arms," she says.
 
What?  
 
"What?"
 
"My arms," she says, returning to her task of lifting pieces of clothing off the floor with her toes and looking beneath them.  "Didn't I ever tell you about my arms?"
 
"Uh, I can't say that you have.  I just figured you didn't have any."
 
She gives an exasperated sigh.  I have to be careful talking to her, as she's obviously flustered and I don't want to put any additional stress on her by expecting her to explain what seems obvious to her.
 
"My mom mailed them to me and I was going to bring them to my exam for good luck.  They're in a large glass jar with a screw-on lid.  Will you help me look for them?"
 
Oh, that's what she means.  Severed arms in a... jar?  The thought makes me cringe, but for her sake I try to suppress my reaction.  I step inside the room and just as I'm about to close the door, Emi appears in the doorway carrying some of Rin's clothes.
 
"Heya Rin," she says.  "Looking for something?"
 
"Uh, Emi... do you know what happened to that jar that was on top of my desk?"
 
"Oh, that jar of pickles?  Yeah sorry, I was having some intense cravings yesterday so I finished them.  I'll get you some more next time we're in town...  Rin?  What's wrong?"