Silence misses him. She misses his unruly black hair, his slouched posture and the dark bags underneath his eyes caused by too many all-nighters. Most of all, she misses his eyes. Those bright red eyes. Beautiful, they are. Most of the kids back at Wammy's had thought they were freaky and something to be feared. Silence, however, thinks they were beautiful. They are what makes him unique. Especially when he shares every other feature about himself - his hair, his posture, his skin complexion - with someone else.

She lies on her bed, her dark green hair spread across the white sheets. Her gun sits in it's violin case, leaning against the wall. In the drawers and cabinets, Silence keeps her weapons. Her guns, bombs, knives, swords. Everything she's collected over all of her years of being an assassin.

Her favourite is her AK47 Kalashnikov. It was given to her by a comrade moments before she ran to her death.

"Take it. You'll need it more than I will. Promise me you'll get out alive."

Those are the last words Silence had heard her say.

"No! Don't leave me! Katie!" She'd screamed, her hands wrapped around the gun in a vice grip.

Katie shook her head, pulled out two 9mm pistols and smiled sadly. Then, she'd turned on her heel and ran from the corridor into a shower of incoming bullets.

Silence listened to Katie and was one of the only survivors. She, Katie and another had gone to kill the entire 'Kristov Family'. They were a terrorist group, not a real family. The Government had wanted them dead because they'd crashed a plane into the Houses of Parliament, killing ten people, including the Prime Minister at the time.

Things went wrong. The Kristov Family somehow got wind of how three assassins were coming to wipe them out. They'd been prepared. Fortunately, both Silence the other, a boy, had gotten out alive. Katie, however..

Yes, she misses Beyond Birthday a great deal. She knows he's in some mental asylum for the criminally insane in London. Blackstone Psychiatric Hospital.

'I'm in London... Perhaps..'

BB and her had been close. Still are. At Wammy's BB, Silence and A had always hung out together, occasionally L would join them. When he wasn't busy solving cases, that is. When A had thrown himself off of the roof, BB had taken it the hardest. Not surprising since they were like brothers. After that, he'd gone on a rampage, a killing spree. His intentions were to kill three people then kill himself, securing his place in the history books as the 'Greatest Criminal Ever'. To create a case that even L couldn't solve.

Although he'd failed in that respect, BB did achieve the title. He prided himself in this. A week after being imprisoned, he'd sent Silence a letter, telling her that he is being kept in a maximum-security cell, away from the other prisoners. They've even put him on suicide watch.

Just thinking about BB makes Silence want to scream.

"That's it!" She sits up and strides towards one of the cabinets, wrenching the door open and fetching two 9mm Glocks from inside.

"I can't spend any more nights like this! If I'm fast, I can still make visiting hours. I'm breaking that bastard out!"

Silence arrives at Blackstone in plenty of time. She feels the two guns brush against her skin from where they're hidden inside her clothes. When she'd first trained to be an assassin, the government had issued her with a special gloss. If she coats the guns with it, they can't be found by metal detectors.

"What a shithole." She mutters, looking up at the dark building. People also visiting loved ones look at her strangely before entering the building. Silence follows, plastering a look of innocence on her face.

"Hello, sweetie. Who're you here to see?" A middle-aged woman with a clipboard asks her. The woman seems like a gentle soul, a genuinely nice person. She smiles at Silence. She notices that the woman seems a bit unsettled at the sight of her eyepatch.

"Beyond Birthday."

The woman's smile falters, more with shock than anything else.

"A-Are you sure?" She turns, wide-eyed to her colleague who seems to have paled significantly.

"Yes." Silence nods.

"Are you a relative of his?"

"You can say that."

"So, what are you to him?"

"Best friend from the orphanage."

The woman blinks.

"O-Okay, then. What's your name?"

"Ellie Moon." Silence uses one of her many aliases. She's confident that the Government will overlook this but, just to be sure. She's confident that they won't want to lose their best assassin.

The woman scribbles it down, a curl of caramel coloured hair falls over her eyes.

"Alright then." The woman leads Silence over to a walk-through metal detector. Like the ones they use in airports.

She walks through, untroubled.

'Everythings going smoothly..'

Silence follows the crowd of visitors through to a room with tons of tables and chairs. She sits down at one, calmly awaiting the arrival of BB.