It was a dark and stormy Tuesday night. Conan was pretty excited to have another case. It was pretty simple, though. As soon as the woman took her hat off he knew it was her. The only thing that he needed now was some sort of evidence.….He was looking around for clues as always. Conan then heard a gunshot. He ran to the source. He was in a big cottage, so he had a lot of rooms to run into. Conan noticed black smoke and ran towards it. It was up in flames. "Rachel!? Rachel?!" Conan had never ever wanted to hear her signature mocking tone more than at that point. He couldn't find her. Conan stepped back from the flames and hoped against hope that Rachel was all right. He ran outside, he heard more yelling. But, Conan only saw the suspects and Richard. He had never ever been so disappointed in his life. He didn't think. Something quickly occurred to Conan. If Rachel wasn't out there, that means...She was in there! Conan ran into the flames.
Actually, he tried to. One of the suspects grabbed him before he could. Conan tried struggling, but he was so small. "No! Rachel is still in there!" No one seemed to hear. They went to go call the police and the firemen. Conan was still kicking when the place exploded. The person holding him tried shielding Conan from the blast with his body. Conan stop struggling. There was no saving Rachel now. She was gone. Just like that. All this time spent trying to keep her safe from the black guys, and she was killed by a regular murderer. It would have been funny, maybe, if Conan could feel anything. He just felt numb. He looked around, studying his surroundings. It helped Conan ignore the stabbing pain in his head.
Richard looked at the remains of the building with horror. The suspects ran to talk to the police men. Conan just dropped onto the floor once the man holding him let him go. "Rachel…" The rest of what happened was a blur to Conan. He barely even noticed when one of the officers picked him up and took him to a hospital. Conan had passed out, he supposed. He overheard the doctor telling someone he had gotten hit with something. Which means the guy shielding him was likely worse off. Conan couldn't really do anything about it. He looks around and finally puts it together that he is in a hospital. He supposes he should care. He didn't . He just lays back in his hospital bed. He was busy trying not to think of Rachel's amazing smile and how it seemed to light up the room. Clearly, he was failing. He stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly, Harley walked into the hospital room Conan currently occupied.