"So, what was it like being born then?" The boy asked. After a large pause he continued with "Come on, don't be shy. I won't judge you or anything, just tell me. Come on. Chop chop." After a brief pause the person the boy was talking to started crying, loudly. "Oh come on, are you serious? It was a simple question so stop being nervous."

"What the hell are you doing to my son?"

The boy looked up from the pram he was staring at, and saw an angry looking middle aged woman glaring at him with her arms crossed. The boy shook his head and quickly explained "Look lady calm down, I am just asking someone, who just happens to be your son what it is like to be born in the traditional sense."

The woman looked at the boy skeptically and loudly shouted "Why the hell are you doing that!?". Her shouting was gathering a lot of attention from the nearby passersby who until merely seconds ago were walking through the mall minding their own business, which the boy did not appreciate.

"Firstly calm down lady. I am asking him because he is probably young enough to remember and I never experienced standard birth, so I just want to know what it is yo..." The boy was rudely interrupted as he felt a hard impact on his cheek. The boy stepped backwards and put his hand on his cheek, he had been slapped incredibly hard. "What was that for!" he snapped as he glared at the woman.

"What is wrong with you?" She shouted.

"What is wrong with you?" The boy replied.

"Get away from me and my son!" The lady shouted, and she turned around and walked off, pushing her crying baby's pram with her. When she was far enough away from him she muttered to herself "Some people."

The boy shook his head, and turned around. His one chance of finding out what being born was like and that woman blew it. "Some people." he muttered as he walked away, rubbing his still sore cheek.

"Come on Touma, please?"

"No Index, you have had enough. How can a nun your size eat so much?"

"Come on, please please please?"

"No, I don't have the money to spend right now."

"Come on, it is a Religious holiday, you can't be stingy on a religious holiday."

Touma shook his head. "There is a Religious Holiday every day we go out to eat!"

Index smiled coyly and said "Well, so there is. What are the odds?"

Touma sighed, "Just my rotten luck... Fine go and get more food."

Index's eyes lit up, and she smiled a bright smile as she shouted "Thank you Touma!" and frantically flagged down one of the staff members of the restaurant.

Touma smiled as he saw Index's enthusiastic smile before he turned to look out the window. The two were eating at one of those restaurants situated inside a mall, meaning the window gave you a great view of people running to and from places. As he stared out the window Touma noticed a rather feminine looking boy slowly walking through the crowd, who had a large red hand mark on his cheek. This boy had thick, somewhat messy brown hair that was in an incredibly androgynous style that leaned slightly more towards the feminine side. This guy also had rather rich orange coloured eyes, which seemed to almost match the colour of his hair. His facial features were quite soft, and his skin was pale. The guy was wearing a black sweater and navy jeans. These was something about this guy that attracted Touma's attention, it was almost as if he looked like someone he already knew.

After the boy eventually walked out of sight Touma turned back towards Index, and was shocked at the piles of plates that he saw piled up in front of Index. He twitched under his eye a little as he stared at her and muttered "How the hell am I going to pay for this?"

"Taysuke, why is there that mark on your face? Misaka 13244 asks inquisitively, ignoring most common courtesy."

Taysuke looked back at her, some people found these things annoying, but he thought they were quite fun. But he could not believe that he was related to this series of clones. "I was slapped, and I wish I knew why. I met a crazy lady." He said.

Misaka clone 13244 nodded and said "Misaka 13244 thinks that must have been a horrible experience for you. That must be unwanted. Misaka 13244 said, sounding disingenuous and doubting the legitimacy of Taysuke's story."

"You're not like... good at hiding your true feelings aren't you?"

"Misaka 13244 doesn't understand Misaka 13244 replied sounding confused."

Taysuke sighed, smiled and said "Nope, of course you don't. So, what are you doing here?"

"Misaka 13244 is on duty today. Misaka 13244 reported, with an overtone of dread in her voice."

Taysuke smiled "Well, I guess I sh..." As he was speaking, the entire mall went pitch black, causing him to stop in shock. "What the?"

"Touma, what's happening? Why is everything black?"

Touma shook his head, he touched his eyes with his right arm, but nothing happened. If this was magic, it wasn't because there was some spell on his eyes. "Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

After five minutes of darkness, suddenly everyone could see again. Everyone looked around, there was no damage to anything, no one was hurt (apart from a few bumps and bruises thanks to people tripping and stepping on people). There was only one thing different from before, and that was that a certain small nun who had been chowing down relentlessly was now gone. Someone had taken Index, and the only person who noticed was Touma Kamijou who looked around the restaurant he was in and started shouting "INDEX! Index where are you? Crap." Touma shook his head and ran outside, he didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to find Index.

"Misaka 13244 must say farewell, Misaka 13244 must make sure everyone is safe Misaka 13244 said sounding annoyed."

Taysuke nodded, stood up and said "Okie dokie. See you or one of your clones around some other time then." Taysuke put his hands in his pocket and started to walk off, it was time to leave this mall. Getting slapped by a psycho and the world going black for a few minutes was enough bad omens for him to realize that he should probably get out of here.