SUNDAY

Kogoro Mouri rose to greet the day the same way he always did: through a haze of drunkenness and blurred vision. A fire alarm rang in his head as he staggered to the bathroom, knocking over furniture along the way. Once he got to the bathroom proper, he grabbed hold of the towel rack to steady himself. As his eyes adjusted to his surroundings, he got a good look at his reflection in the mirror, and what he saw didn't surprise him: unkempt hair, shadow that was way past five o'clock, bloodshot and bleary eyes, and a small, dried-up trail of drool leading from the corner of his lips. Kogoro grunted and activated the sink, splashing water on his face in an attempt to improve his appearance and ease the pain. Neither worked very well, however, as he toweled off his face and activated the drain plug, filling the sink with hot water. One shave later, he looked more like the great detective he was than the drunken wreck he'd seen earlier. He wore a satisfied grin as he made his way to the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee and taking two extra-strength Tylenol to take care of his headache.

Once the coffee was brewed, Kogoro poured some into a cup that bore the caption YOKO OKINO IS MY SECOND WIFE and glanced at his phone. According to the calendar, it was a Sunday, and there were no cases on the docket as far as he could see. Good, he thought to himself. Sometimes, even the best detectives need a break. He turned the television on and retreated to his bedroom, changing into his everyday clothes as the day's news was reported. Kogoro finished adjusting his tie as he opened the door to his office and was greeted by the scowling faces of his daughter Ran and her six year-old charge, Conan. All he could do was arch an eyebrow in curiosity and ask, "Why the long faces, you two?"

"So you're saying you forgot?" Ran asked accusingly.

"I can't forget anything I don't remember, Ran. Care to fill me in?"

"You're the best detective in Tokyo, Mouri-san," Conan cracked. "You figure it out."

"Shut up, brat," Kogoro grumbled as he cracked open a can of Union. "Like I said, there's nothing for me to forget, so-"

"Oh, REALLY?!" Ran's angry declaration cut him off as a small leaflet was thrust in his face. Kogoro blinked twice to regain his bearings, then took the paper from her and began to read its contents. Karate tournament...5 p.m. start time...Budokan Hall...

Oh shit.

Kogoro's eyes widened and the blood drained from his face as he realized the magnitude of his mistake. "Ran, I know this looks bad, but let me explain!"

"I thought you said there was nothing to explain," Conan said. Kogoro narrowed his eyes at the boy and shot back, "The leaflet jogged my memory, smartass! I remember waiting for your program up in the stands, and when the intermission happened, I went down to the bar. I couldn't have been gone that long!"

"Well, you were," Ran sighed. "After the tournament was over, Conan and I looked all over the building for you, but you were nowhere to be found. We go outside and pass the entrance to the bar, and what do we find? You. Passed out drunk with your tie around your head and one of your shoes missing."

"Huh?" Kogoro glanced at his shoes and was embarrassed to see that there was indeed only one at the ready. "How did we get home, then?"

"Ran-neechan and I had no choice but to carry you," Conan answered. "We're lucky there was a train station nearby, otherwise we would've either had to walk or take a taxi." Not knowing what else to do, Kogoro rubbed the back of his neck and gave a sheepish, "Well, at least we got home safely, right? I mean, with Ran's strength and your support, I couldn't have been that hard to carry!"

"Don't you get it?!" Ran exclaimed as she slammed her fist into the desk. "You didn't even see my program! I took first place out of my group, and you were more concerned about getting drunk than you were about me!"

"Come on, Ran! That's not fair! I never intended to have more than one drink! You have to believe me!" Yeah, if by "one drink" you mean an entire keg, Shinichi thought.

"I wish I could believe you, dad. I really do." With sadness in her eyes, Ran grabbed her jacket and opened the door as Kogoro asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

"I just need to get out of the house before I do something I regret. If you need me, I'll be at mom's. Come on, Conan-kun."

Eri, Kogoro thought as he let out a defeated sigh. Great. As if this day couldn't get any worse.

Conan did as he was told, stepping outside just before Ran closed the door. She had one foot in the office and one foot outside when she sighed and turned back around to face her father. "I love you, dad. But you can't keep doing this." Ran shut the door and walked towards the train station with Conan alongside her; Kogoro could do nothing but watch through the windows as his daughter and Conan passed under the awning and into the distance. When their figures were too small to identify, he turned back around to face the now-empty detective agency. All he could do was shake his head and collapse into his chair, polishing off the can of Union in two gulps before reaching into the small refrigerator under his desk to grab another. He polished that one off in less than thirty seconds and repeated the same process, only to find that his mini fridge was now empty.

"Damn," he said to himself. "Maybe there's some more in the kitchen." Kogoro went upstairs and grinned in anticipation as he opened the refrigerator door, and when he did, he was disappointed to discover that that fridge, while fully stocked with food and water, was devoid of alcohol. "Son of a...ah, screw it! The liquor store's just down the street," Kogoro said to nobody in particular. "I can get some more booze, no problem!" He went to put his shoes on, but once again realized that he only had one remaining as a result of his drunken escapade the night before.

"Dammit...I'm gonna need new shoes. Then I can get some more beer." Having no other choice, the house slipper on his right foot stayed on while he placed his one remaining shoe on his left, and when he was ready, he left the office and headed towards the nearest shoe store, mumbling a mantra to keep him focused.

"Shoes, then booze. Shoes, then booze. Shoes, then booze."