Kid's personal distress had caused him to miss the familiar address the first time, but he couldn't miss it twice in a row. He grabbed onto it like a lifeline and concentrated on the comforting identity dilemma rather than the wave of impossibility that seemed to be otherwise drowning him.

Wide eyes picked up the beginnings of a pokerface as the mini-tantei approached. The thief absorbed that the other's hand seemed to be all healed. "I'm..." Avoiding answering what he had no answers for, Kid moved on, "I'm glad you recovered, tantei-kun. It's strange to hear you use 'Kaitou' without the 'Kid'."