Delicate rays of sunlight peeked through the horizontal blinds the covered the single window of the room. Silence was strewn throughout out the small apartment. It was dark everywhere else in that apartment. The slats of sunlight shone on the pull-out couch, which was in its bed form. Porcelain features peeked out from under the black colored quilt that lay across the bed, covering a slender form. A short moan escaped full, pale lips as the quilt was pulled back over the features. The form under the quilt shifted, and then the top half was raised, revealing a girl around the age of sixteen as the quilt slid down the form. Shoulder length locks of a dirty blonde tone were in a mass knot at the back of the girl's head. Blue eyes scanned the room, squinted to accommodate the brightness of the light that fell through the room. The orbs fell upon the clock on the wall. Six thirty AM. No phone calls and no alarm clock to go off. It was pleasant for the time being until the girl realized there was no one in the apartment but her.

Lying back down, resting her head on the pillow gently, the girl dubbed Sena Robin stared at the ceiling that had stick on stars, moons and planets plastered to it. A small smile played at her lips. The stars reminded her of the wonderful night she had had with him. He just did it so they would both get over their depression about the death of his girlfriend and her caretaker. But it didn't matter much anymore. They had had a grand time walking through the park in the rain. She had run out from under the umbrella to stand on the edge of the fountain

"Robin, slow down. You'll fall into that fountain…" He had said to her. She had fallen into the fountain just moments later. The male had simply sighed and walked over to the fountain, holding out a gloved hand to her. She had gladly taken it, and then stayed under the umbrella the rest of their walk, thinking that he was mad at her for not listening. What she thought had been a good time for her may have been a bad time for him. Robin wondered why he had been there, holding an umbrella over her when he could have had better things to do than hang around for an evening with his assigned partner. There really was no point in worrying about it though, since she knew he would never even want to be friends with her like the rest of the team was. He was just nice to her because he had to be. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

Her thoughts were penetrated by the earpiece on the bedside stand vibrating. She looked at it awkwardly for a moment, forgetting what it was for only a moment. She then picked it up and held it to her left ear as it was fitted to. The words that escaped her lips were hazy, but understandable

"Yes…?"

"Robin…" A cold voice said. "How did you sleep?"

"A-Amon? I slept fine, thank you…" Robin held the ear piece away, sneezing lightly. She put the communicator to her ear again. "I'm fine…"

"No you're not. Do you want me to send Doujima over?"

"No. I'm fine…" She smiled, though she knew he wouldn't see it. He cared about her, but only because he had to. But at least he cared about her.

"Maybe I should come over. My own partner can't be sick on the day we have a mission."

"We… have a mission?"

"I'll be over in ten."

"Wait!" But it was too late. Amon had hung up. Now what was Robin going to do? She didn't have time to take a bath. Scuttling out of bed, Robin quickly brushed the knots out of her hair and pulled it up into her usual buns. Brushing some hair out of her face, she set up the coffee maker that Touko had left behind after her death. A delicate sigh escaped her pips as she sat in one of the chairs at the little round table, waiting for the coffee to brew and Amon to appear at her door.