With the power cut, everything in the Mansion was dark save for where natural lighting from the windows provided or wherever one might start a fire. Well, and one other source. In the infirmary, where a certain Shinichi was, there was a new light source. A red butterfly that fluttered in somehow. The glow was faint, but with no other light, it was quite bright.

"I think this is it," Leormon said, leading the way down a hall. "Good. Keep following it," Conan said, keeping a hand on Leormon's back, watching behind them for any sign of movement. "Huh? Hey, this...except the two Conan's, and the blood he was pretty sure was the Kaito they were looking for. Conan closed the door behind them before calling out, the trio illuminated by the butterfly. "Kaito?

A piercing scream ripped through the halls near the mobile infirmary, which, in its customary shifting patterns, was temporarily located on the fifth floor. The lone occupant of the sterile room jolted...to his body. It took Kaito a moment to correlate his raw throat to the noise which woke him. "K-k-kami..." he whispered, voice cracking from how parched it was but sounding so musical to his own ears

Kaito pushed open the door, about to take a step in, and blinked in confusion at the infirmary greeting him on the other side. Turning swiftly, he found himself facing the endless hallway of that strange...and with the reaction came a slow relaxation of his shoulders. "Back here again," he said with a slight smile to no one in particular, his tone wistful as if greeting an old friend from the past

There's a Conan, sitting in a corner. He looks about twelve and appears to be sleeping, curled up there. A little odd, to be sure, but no cause for alarm. What might be, however, was his state of dress...feet, looking around. He doesn't look the most stable. He stands, but there's a slight sway like he doesn't walk around much. "This...this isn't the lab..." He said, voice quiet and rough. "Where...am I?

When Kaito woke up, he saw only sterile white. The room was that, as featureless and impersonal as any hospital setting he has ever seen. Medical equipment and supplies were around, unused but organized... Unable to find the will to explore this new place, or even the will get out of bed in search of his missing clothes, Kaito just curled up onto his right side. He wept quietly in the empty room

Well, here's a nice room. It's an off shoot to the dining room (usually.) It looks like a bar and a well stocked one. There's also a sign by the doorway. (Alcohol for those over twenty only. There is a...selection for those under as well.) And there is someone tending the bar right now. A Shinichi whose older than most of the others. He's currently cleaning the bottles, making sure nothing is dusty

The dining room door is pushed open, and a belligerent voice is heard. "I'm not even in the closet--" Conan blinked at the dining room, sizing up the situation with his trademark quick reflexes. "Oh." Pause. "Is there anything good for dinner?"

There is a crash as a door is flung open. Ran stands in the open doorway, her business face on. Everything about her posture, expression, tone of voice indicate that this is a Ran that is not talking 'no'...for an answer. "Kudou Shinichi, get out of the closet this instant!" ... it's just too bad this isn't the door she thinks it is. Ran blinks at the dining room in complete astonishment. "Eh?

Here is a Kaito, dressed in his school uniform, left shoulder tied up and set tight in a shoulder sling. Blood seeps lightly from the wrap, but he does not seem to notice. His attention is occupied as...hand, as immobilized as the shoulder was, also stays near his torso. Every several pace, he glances over his shoulders. He was caught unawares once, he'd be damned if he gets caught twice in a row