Much as she disliked hospitals, Alize had to mention that they were one of the easiest places to get around -- there was always a guarantee that there would be accommodations for wheelchairs. Hakuba's dad had already instructed the hospital that Alize was to be allowed in to see the detective, so it was a simple matter to get up to the room where Hakuba and Aoko were being kept.

The energetic singer was uncharacteristically subdued as she wheeled into the sterile white room. A small part of it was due to the lingering effects of the knockout gas that Kid had hit her with -- she swore she was going to kill the thief next time she saw him -- but the rest was the result of the aftereffects of guilt and fear. She hadn't really been able to do anything to help in the end, and the terror that had gripped her when she'd awoken from the gas, not sure what had happened and who was still alive, wasn't anything she ever wanted to feel again.

It was like she'd told Kid. She'd already lost her family once. She wasn't letting it happen a second time.

"Hey," Alize greeted quietly, as she wheeled up to the bed. "How are you feeling?"