Jun 13, 2011 17:24
[With all the madness taking place in the city, the crash of furniture in one of the downstairs rooms of the clinic could easily be overlooked. The sharp crack like a gunshot less so -- but everything is silent after that.
The mirror of the dresser downstairs swings slowly before coming to a rest, unbroken, reflecting in the fallen watch the upset desk and the rest of the room -- but with a difference.
The ward floor had nothing on it but the overturned desk and a pair of glasses. But in the mirror, in place of the glasses is the boy they belong too -- sprawled on his side in the centre of the room, and lying very still.
Well. This is a new development.]
c: janice rand,
edogawa conan,
c: ran mouri