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[Anyone passing through the hallways might notices a young boy kneeling down in front of a door, jiggling the handle in an attempt to get it open. Further inspection will show that he's actually attempting to pick the door's lock-- and mumbling something in irritation to himself.

Even further inspection might let you overhear some of his one-sided conversation]

Stupid prick... would go so much faster if I had the stupid screwdriver... but noooo, I'm not allowed to hold onto it!

[The next part is said in a voice that is much too British and much too similar to a certain detective... well, Doctor, everyone else probably knows]

"It's much too valuable and you'd just use it to sneak into the girls' locker room again, and if you're gonna do that, you should actually work for it!"

[a scoff and he's back to using his own voice. He gives the door a kick for good measure]

Thinks he's a wise guy, doesn't he? Stupid Doctor and his stupid wisecracks--

[his mumbling turns incoherent again as he focuses all of his attention on the very stubborn lock in front of him]

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Clearly, as I am currently questioning your sanity, I do not.

And I have no idea what year it is Kuroba, because I have no idea where we are!

[Beginning to become exasperated and feeling like he's running in circles - either Kuroba is pulling something of a scale he hasn't tried before, he's dreaming, or something even bigger than a grand-scale prank by the magician is going on]

[now he just looks bewildered]

You did hit your head! You're suffering from amnesia or something! Well that's just great, how are we supposed to get out of here if you don't even remember how to work your stupid space ship?!

[he sounds just as exasperated]

Kuroba.

I do not, and have never owned a spaceship. I know precisely who I am and am in full possession of my faculties. I can prove it to you if you would like.

You, I am begininng to have more doubts about than I normally do.

[And Kaito has stopped listening]

Great. I'm stuck in the year 2002-- probably sometime earlier-- with a Doctor who has amnesia and thinks I'm insane.

[he turns to Hakuba gain]

What's your name?

[deadpan look as he restrains himself from a host of snarky comments]

Hakuba Saguru.

[flashes him a grin, before he places his hands on his shoulder and nods]

Nice to meet you, Hakuba Saguru! [he spins him around and begins pushing him down the hallway] Now we just need to find out what happened to you and get your memories back.

Kuroba- what--

[backpedals, attempting to get him to stop, then twists out of his grip]

I do not need any assistance retriving my memories!

[Kaito lets him go, and instead of arguing (which has just gotten them nowhere), he settles for giving him an unamused, flat look]

[Gives Kaito a disgruntled look, and settled his jacket properly on his shoulders again. He speaks after a moment, trying to sound reasonable rather than frustrated.]

There has to be some proof you would accept that I'm not who you think I am.

With how easily 'proof' can be faked these days?

...Point taken.

But surely you can at least see I'm not displaying the usual symptoms of an amnesiac.

Amnesia as defined by what galaxy? [there's sarcasm in his words as he lowers his gaze to the detective's wrist.

His expression lights up once again, and he reaches for his hand eagerly]

I've got it! Let me check something!

[eyebrow raised and wanting to question the mention of galxies, Saguru nevertheless allows his hand to be taken with an expression of longsuffering patience]

Check what?

[Kaito doesn't answer him as he concentrates thoroughly on checking the other boy's pulse. After a moment, he frowns]

... huh.

I presume you found something of note.

[attempting to reclaim his wrist]

Tell me, do I still have a pulse?

[he lets him go without struggling]

Yeah. But you only have one. [and now he's peering at him suspiciously again]

... weird. You look just like him.

[....one?]

As do you. By now I'm fairly certain you're not the Kuroba I know.

[he raises a sardonic eyebrow]

Did you expect me to have a double heartbeat or a triple?

Double. Doctor has two hearts.

[now that he's convinced this Hakuba isn't the person he's looking for, he turns around and heads back to the door, hands stuffed in his pockets casually]

Guess with all the time and dimensional travel we do, it'd make sense that we finally meet our 'doubles.' [it's a phenomenon he was informed of, but had yet to experience]

[he kneels over the lock again with a frown]

Too bad you're not him. I can open this, but it'd be faster with the screwdriver.

[he was still half-expecting a silly answer, but Kuroba's reply just sealed his suspicions. For lack of a direction, he's following after him to the door, hands in pockets as he stands over him to watch]

I take it that this 'doctor' is an alien, yet has somehow contrived to look exactly like me?

That's somewhat farfetched for a double.

[In fact, almost too great. The differences between 'alien' and 'human' are very wide]

[his tone is conversational as he works on the lock]

Definitely an alien. Looks just like a human, though. Guess it's good for camouflage, especially since he spends a lot of time on Earth.