Your Name (extended Retro Mix) -

Five hundred kilometers away, in a cramped concrete apartment in Shinjuku, Mitsuha opened her eyes. The air smelled of leaded gasoline and cheap coffee. She looked down at hands that were large, calloused, and belonged to a boy. Outside the window, a massive Jumbotron was broadcasting a looped advertisement for a new sports car, its synthesized soundtrack vibrating the glass.

He grabbed a fluorescent marker from his pocket. "Let's write our names so we don't forget when the loop resets." Your Name (Extended Retro Mix)

Taki woke up to the smell of mountain cedar and the sound of a physical bell. He reached for his face and felt soft, long hair. He looked in a polished copper mirror and saw a girl with wide, dark eyes and a red ribbon tied in her hair. He tried to shout, but the voice that came out was a melodic, airy soprano. Five hundred kilometers away, in a cramped concrete

The rain in Tokyo didn't fall; it pulsed in sync with the neon grid. Outside the window, a massive Jumbotron was broadcasting

Mitsuha smiled, a radiant, high-fidelity smile that lit up the gray alleyway. "I thought so too."

As the sky fractured into a thousand blinding shards of pink light, the connection began to tear. Taki ran to the mountain peak, and Mitsuha, in his body in the future, ran to the same spot.

In unison, as the city around them faded into a soft, glowing blur of 1980s nostalgia, they asked the question that had been echo-plexed across time. "Your name is...?"