[There's a shimmer in the air in the dining room, the feeling of something not quite right. A sort of pull in the air, and Kaitou KID ripples into existence. He's in full uniform, but there's something vaguely off about him. Something about the way he stands, and the idea that perhaps you can on occasion catch a glimpse of the room through the fabric of his cape, or the skin of his face. Psychics and ghosts might note something slightly off about him, though he's not actually dead. He just learned the hard way not to mess with cursed objects.


He's looking around, in slight confusion. Well, this wasn't where he was expecting to wind up.]

What is this? Some kind of kidnapping? Conan certainly didn't feel drugged, and there was no perceptible difference in his mood that might indicate drugging - though he'd want a mirror to check himself over, just in case. His surroundings had just abruptly changed from Ran's room at the Mouri Detective Agency, to this place.

Is it a hotel or somebody's house? And how did they get me here like this? He was prowling quietly along the carpeted corridor, opening doors as he passed, looking cautiously through for people, listening for noises, then darting on to the next, constantly on alert, hand twitching towards his watch at any noise.

Conan stood in the doorway of his room. He was gripping the door frame, taking deep breathes and letting them out slowly. He didn't leave often, usually only for trips to the library or for food. Maybe the occasional odd trip to explore, but otherwise, he kept to the room. Because he knew there was a risk in leaving.

He could see HER again. And he hadn't been ready for that. Years, for years she'd been gone. He was almost twelve again, and he'd been eight again when he lost her. He had given up on her. He'd given up on seeing her.

And he came here and did. At first he thought if he just waited long enough, he'd been sent home again, but it didn't look like he was again and with each passing day, he was likely to run into her. He didn't want to freak out on her. He didn't want to scare her or hurt her. So he had no choice. He had to face her.

He took one last deep breathe and let it out again before venturing into the halls and started to walk. "R....Ran!" He called, his voice cracking at first. How long had it been since he dared to say the name aloud? It'd been too long. But he had to say it. He had to accept this truth and....and deal with it. "Ran!" Hopefully he was prepared as he thought for whenever his call actually reached a Ran.