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"Oi, Ran!" Here, Dressing Room, is a very aggrieved Conan, waving a school bag packed with karate paraphenalia and holding a lunch box. "You can't go to the tournament without your stuff! ... geez, do I have to do everything around -- here?"

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"And some versions of us are."

"But do they admit it?"

"I don't know. I haven't met them yet."

"...they better," Conan said. "To let her suffer like that, for her to realize the truth and not to..."

"If they're a Conan, they're living with Ran," Conan pointed out. "I'm sure they're just as aware as you are of how he -- or she -- feels about this. In those circumstances, don't you think I -- he'd call?" He couldn't imagine not calling.

"He always calls," Conan said. "...but how does he call when he..." Conan paused.

"...oh, if he uses the bowtie, I'm going to kick a soccer ball right at his head! That's a detective tool!"

"..." Conan glanced to see if the other had the bowtie, managed to just stop himself from taking a step back in time. Ran knew -- so hopefully his counterpart wouldn't think he had a reason to misuse it. "Keeping other people from getting suspicious about Kudou Shinichi's absence is a valid use for the tool," he pointed out.

"But not to lie to Ran-neechan!"

"Well, obviously. That's just asking for trouble."

"But other than the niichan...all the Ran's thought I was Conan..."

"How many Rans are there?" Conan is rapidly feeling out of his depth again.

"At least two, not counting niichan. But there's probably more," Cnan said.

"Probably more." This was -- what on earth were you supposed to do with that many Rans?

"And a ton of 'me's' too," Conan murmured.

"Why on earth would someone want to gather so many of the one person?" Conan wondered. "Unless it's like the Sunset Mansion case--"

"There's been no rumors of blood or bodies. Well, unless you count people who got hurt by 1412, but otherwise, nothing that says something happened before hand," Conan said.

"And nothing you've found in your explorations that would suggest foul play?" Conan didn't wait for an answer to that, confident he knew the answer. "How much of this place have you seen?"

Conan shook his head. "No, nothing so far. The only dead people here is the ghost Shinichi-niichan as far as I know," Conan said. "It's hard to say how big this place is. There was a day I tried to reach the top of the stairs. I walked for two hours and never reached the top."

Conan refrained from commenting on the Dead Shinichi. He was already getting very sick of him. "Two hours? Was it the same coming down?"

"Actually, it took thirty minutes back down."

Gravity? Or something more sinister? Conan filed that away for future reference. "And there's nothing else you think I should know about this place?"

Conan thought about that for a few moments.

"...nothing other than the weird rooms, and the food the appears on it's own. Well, except for maybe that so far, I haven't seen anyone I haven't recognized in some way, so I don't think any of the BO are here."

"Well, that's something," Conan says, though hearing that and believing that are two very different things. He won't be introducing himself as Kudou Shinichi anytime soon, that's for sure.

"Thanks, uh--" And here we have yet another problem. What to call him? "Conan-kun?"

Well, it made things a bit easier on his mind. No worries about internatonal crime organizations for a while.

"Just Conan," Conan said. "It's weird seeing someone with my face say '-kun.'"

"All right," Conan said uncertainly, looking back at his doppelganger. "Thank you, Conan."