One morning, just like every other morning, Aoba dressed in one of her outfits, just like every other outfit in her closet, and headed out the door to the job where every day was just like the last, and would be just like the next.
She was fine with things being nice, quiet, and routine. She liked knowing what was going to happen next. No surprises, nothing unusual. Go to work. Go home. Eat. Write in her journal. Sleep.
A nice, safe routine, with the occasional surprise when, for example, she made tuna fish for lunch instead of a turkey sandwich.
Except for this morning. As she set foot out the door, she looked up at the sky and wondered aloud, “What else could there be, to make life more wonderful?”
And a bush next to her lit on fire, and proclaimed, “Be My hero!”
Aoba grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher, doused the bush, and kept on her way.
A short while later, thunder proclaimed, “Be My hero!”
Aoba opened up her umbrella and continued walking.
Until, finally, a lightning bolt burst from the heavens, striking directly at the top of the umbrella, scorching everything she had with her. Except for her journal. A voice in the skies shouted, “Be My hero, or My aim will get considerably better!”
Aoba glanced up at the mostly not cloudy sky, glanced at the remains of her umbrella, and decided that a little change to her routine just might be in order.