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At some point in the history of every interdimensional nexus, something strange, unprecedented, and just plain odd happens.

The seal wandering around in the middle of the lobby might just be that incident for the mansion.

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Conan resumes his examinations. Hakuba's room comes in for a lengthy examination -- one that includes crawling under the bed, opening the wardrobe and giving the room a sniff test. Conan sits down in the middle of the floor, thinking hard. He's sure the seal was here ... but where is he now?

Hakuba pokes his head inside the door, eyes fixing on Conan in the center of the room.

"Did you find something interesting?"

"The seal was here ... but he's not here now. And I don't know how he got out again unless someone took him out ..." Conan gets up to take a look at the name on the door.

There is a pause and then a considered look. "Did you take my seal?"

"How many Hakuba Saguru are in this mansion, Edogawa-kun?"

"I'll interview them later."

"Let's work this through logically, shall we?"

He tapped the door.

"There's a secondary identifier on the door."

Conan has a second look. "Selkie-- oh."

"You've heard of them before?"

"I've heard the stories," Conan says unhappily. He's trying to think back to his conversations with the seal. Did he say anything compromising? The worst he can think of is his fall. Embarrassing, but the only injury is to his pride.

"Did you say anything highly compromising when you were playing with the seal?"

Conan gives Hakuba a very dirty look. "This isn't a joke, Hakuba-niichan," he says, pausing. Is he making fun of him? Does he know?

... hmm.

He stands up, heading past Hakuba on his way to the door. "I don't want to find him anymore."

"All right then. Do you need anything else?"

Conan pauses. "There is one thing."

"Yes?"

Sorry, Hakuba. Your trousers are getting subjected to the sniff test.

Congratulations, you have discovered a Hakuba who smells vaguely like the ocean.

That is enough for this Conan. Hakuba is getting a very sour look indeed.

And Conan is getting an amazingly innocent look in return.

As someone rapidly becoming an expert in innocent looks, Conan is unimpressed -- a fact he expresses by his immediate exit.

"What, no apologies for attempting to manhandle me into a bathtub?" Hakuba calls after the retreating figure.

Conan pauses momentarily, to glare over his shoulder. "Seals like water."

"Not bathtubs."

"You try finding an ocean around here."

"Seals are just fine without being in water all the time."

"But a seal can't exactly run himself a bath, can he? Not that I care what you think," Conan adds, resuming his climb up the stairs.