Senku was not one for prayer. He didn't believe in a higher power, but that didn't mean they couldn't hear him. Please. The thought is a simple, desperate wish. For someone who didn't look it, he was sending desperation down their connection rather strongly for a change.

When the stone cracked he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

It took a moment, it felt longer than it was and the cracking was loud, but what was once a statue turned into a beautiful woman. She was a bit older-appearing than Senku. She had long blond hair and brilliant blue eyes, as though she were not fully Japanese. She raised her head. "...Senku?"

"Ruri." Senku responded. "Don't panic. I know it looks bad, but it's temporary." He hoped. He hoped the technicolour sky would leave when they did.