We walked a little ways to a tiny, worn-out house. That is, that's what it looked like from the outside. As soon as we got to the door, he stopped.

"If you have any electronic devices, then please," he paused, opened the door, and opened a safe, "give them to me now. It's a safety precaution. I have these objects that scan you as you walk into the door. If you have anything electronic on you, it will give you a shock. It's for security purposes. I wouldn't like a burglar just coming into my house, unharmed. It would only stun you for a while, but I really wouldn't like that to happen, so, please," he said, holding out a hand. I paused and nodded. I reached into my backpack and grabbed my cheap mp3 player. I handed it to him.

"That's all I have," I told him. He placed it in the safe and opened the door for me. I nodded in thanks and walked in. His house was amazing! One of the most well-decorated houses I've seen in a while. It was small, but cozy and nice. There was wood paneling on the ground. I big, brown rug covered a portion of the floor. Brown couches, which looked incredibly soft, were placed around two edges of the rug. A coffee table sat on the rug. A kitchen, almost everything in it white, was on the other side of the room. I looked around and was suprised when I didn't see a television.

"Don't you watch TV?" I asked. He chuckled a bit.

"No. I keep myself occupied with other things."

"All my father would do at my house was watch TV and drink. That was when he was at the house. God knows what he did outside of it."

"Not a very happy past, I presume?" he asked. I shook my head and softly laughed.

"Not really."

He just nodded.

"I can understand," was all he said. "Would you like to stay here for the night?"

I shrugged. "I have no where else to go, why not?"

"Then you can stay in the guest room. I'll show you where it is." He lead me to a nice room. Very nice. A queen-sized bed with blue sheets and white pillows. A wooden desk with a plant sitting beside it. A glass side-table next to the bed, a clock sitting on top of it. The same wooden floor as everywhere else around the house. I smiled at him, and he smiled back. "This is where you'll sleep tonight. Tomorrow I'll take you to the orphanage. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!"

"Great. Feel free to walk around the house." He walked out the door.

I unpacked the contents of my bag. There wasn't much in it. Then I walked around the house. I figured out where the bathroom was. Then there was an office. It held a computer and several bookcases filled with books. I looked at a majority of the books. They had various titles. Some were even manga. He hardly seemed like the manga type, but, no one can really hate manga, right? I walked out of this room and past the next. That was his bedroom, and I didn't want to disturb him. I walked into the next room. This room was different than the rest. It had a white board in the middle of the room. In it, there was an unsolved equation. It seemed that the equation was written in black marker, and the work to solve it was written in red. The math was off. I fixed the work in the work for the equation in a blue marker, then on the bottom, I wrote the answer with a green marker. I checked it over and it looked about right. I nodded in achievement. My legs suddenly started to ache again, so I hurried over to my bed and lied down. I fell asleep so quickly. The bed was so soft, so comfortable; it made me so sleepy.

I woke up at 8:05 am. It was nice to wake up to peace and quiet. I walked out the door, not even bothering to look at my hair yet. Scratch that, I didn't want to look at what that mess of black has become. I walked into the room with the whiteboard just for the sake of walking. It was the closest room to the guest bedroom.I found him standing in awe at the whiteboard.

"Di- did you do this?" he asked, sounding stunned. I nodded sleepily.

"This equation is part of a case I have been trying to solve for a while now. Neither me, nor my partner has been able to figure it out. Incredible."

"It was just simple mathemetics to me," I replied. That was the honest truth, after all.

"Simply amazing. Would you mind taking a test for me?" he asked.

"I will, if you tell me your name."

"Watari," he said.

"Yes, I will, Watari."

He led me to the guest bedroom again. He gestured for me to sit in the chair, and then he went into the office, grabbed a piece of paper and brought it right back to me. It wasn't just one piece of paper, though. It was several. Maybe 10 in all.

"If you can complete these sheets, then I will be truly impressed."

He left the room, and I began. They were all pretty unique. Some were mathematical equations. Some were, sort of, cases a detective would investigate. Some were just making an interpretation or stating an opinion. It was actually a bit difficult. But, the thing was, I was having fun. It was way more fun than school, where I didn't even have to try one bit anymore. It challenged me. After about an hour, I brought the sheets to Watari, all completed. He looked them over. His eyes widened, but he just nodded, occasionally muttering things to himself.

"Your ability is far beyond average, Nami Nakamura, please know that. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call," he told me. I nodded, and he walked into the bedroom. I think he soundproofed the walls and doors or something, because I couldn't hear a word. Nothing. Then he came out of the room.

"He would like to see you," was all he said.