“Yet again…” Hakuba said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He glanced to the window, which looked locked and secured as expected, then sighed. “If you’re nearby, Kaitou-san, you really ought to show yourself… Breaking and entering is a serious crime, you know.”

Yet, despite his words, the detective smiled. He took the note and ran his hands over its surface, memorizing the hand-writing, and took it to slip between the pages of his private journal which he kept stored in the lockbox underneath the window seat. The rose he added to his growing collection, slipping it into the vase with care. And the dove? Well…

For once, instead of going through his whole nighttime routine, Hakuba simply got into bed, full suit and all, and pulled it against his face. He hadn’t had a plush in several years and he had to admit that it was very comforting. So much so that within five minutes, the detective was fast into a dreamless sleep.