Hey everybody! LawlietGirl again with an update! This chapter really won't blow your mind, as it didn't do much for me. It is semi-important, but I bet most of you guys will be sleeping by the time you finish the chapter! Bare with me!

Littlebirdd: No, Shannon only experiences one, long dream. Thank you for asking, I bet many of you guys wondered that. Sorry for confusing that!


Don't you just hate those headaches that you know no matter how much Tylenol™ you shove into your system, it doesn't really make a difference? Man, I really do hate those things. Mama usually gives me chicken soup though, so that helps!

"Mama?" What is my problem? This room looks about just as different to my room as Shaquille O'Neal did to Santa Clause. And that isn't a stretch. The walls were a pale, dingy yellow that could be mistaken for the result of too much mold growing, and quite frankly, I think it added to my headache. The floor was a simple fake wood texture that looked like if you really tried, you could give yourself a big, nasty splinter.

Gingerly, I stepped out of the poorly made bed, and slithered to the door. With a quick pull, the door was open, and I was shifting throughout the building.

"H-Hey? What are you doing?" I nearly jumped six feet. "Ah, I'm sorry! I hadn't meant to scare you!" Too late now, buddy. I think I need a change of shorts.

When I stared the man in the eyes, I think my head went into frazzles. A little light started flashing in my head, warning; "MOLESTER ALERT! MOLESTER ALRET!" He didn't look a day older than twenty.

My safest bet would be to run for the door… that was on the other side of the room. If I make it out alive, I want to have a nice, long chat with the architects of this apartment.

The more I looked at the man, the more I noticed he looked like the man from last night. It WAS the man from last night. Oh crap. I'm locked in an apartment with a Matsuda Look-Alike.

"Heh, you wouldn't mind If I… you know… leave?" Damn myself and my cheeky smiles. Don't fail me now.

"What? Of course! I-I'll take you home! But, you were on the streets, and I assumed… Sorry…" The man was rambling to himself, and I tapped my foot impatiently.

"Sir, I'm in Japan for god's sake. My home is in the United States. I don't think you can drive me. I'm Lost." Could this guy be any more clueless?

"How did you get here then? Who brought you here?" His eyes wide with shock, he got down lower, looking me in the eye. I'm not that small!

"I don't know,"

"Why not?"

"Because, I don't know!" This was going in circles, really fast. "What's your name, sir?" This guy really was dopey.

"My name is Touta! Matsuda Touta, but, you can call me Matsuda, if you'd like?" My heart nearly stopped.

Matsuda. Touta.

And that's when reality kicked into turbo. I'm stuck here, aren't I. It was more of a statement than a question. No more chicken soup from Mama, or bed time stories- wait, forget about that. I don't listen to bed time stories! Ha! I'm ten, thank you!

"As in the detective, Matsuda? Like… Taskforce Matsuda?" I could almost feel a smugness surround me. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that? Whenever I pictured coming here, I always thought; "L! L! I KNOW WHO KIRA IS!" But now that I think about it, that wouldn't be a very good idea. That would ruin just about everything, wouldn't it?

The look on Matsuda's face was priceless.

"Why do you know that?" Shouldn't it be more like; 'HOW' do you know that? I bit my lip.

"I read about the case. No need to fuss over it. I'd truly like to go home now." It wasn't a full lie! This wasn't turning out like I had hoped it would. I miss mama a lot.

His eyes softened, and he stood up, tapping his feet. "I can check to see about your address? Can they fund your flight home?" Touta asked, and I frowned. Mama barely had enough money to buy food. With a shaky nod, he smiled.

"Then how about I take you to my office at work, and I'll find your parent's address. We can call them afterwards!"


After arriving at the police station, he sat me down into the seat. This was becoming very dull, and so far, my heart just ached for my mama. "So, you didn't tell me your name. What is it?" Matsuda looked towards me, snapping me out of my comfortable daze.

"Oh. It's Shannon. Shannon Ward," I replied, absentmindedly. Was he taking me to the police station? In a nutshell most of the officers quit, though.

"I'm going to leave you in the lobby now, alright? What is your father's name?" I nearly laughed. My father had divorced my mother after accusing her of cheating on him. I've always told myself it wasn't true, but I've begun to question myself. It didn't matter anyway. Mama was the best mother I could ask for!

"My papa doesn't live with me anymore. My mother's name is Jane Ward. In Pennsylvania!" I sat quietly as he left, into the data filing room. I blushed to myself. I'm such an idiot, not knowing my full address. I know I live on McLeod drive, but that's about it. That should be enough for the police, though!


Maybe an hour went by, and I could only see the pacing form of Matsuda's shadow from the tinted glass. This was really frustrating!

"Shannon… Are you sure you gave me the right information?" Matsuda looked absolutely wiped, and I frowned. Of course I gave him the right information! Does he think I'm some kind of nutter or something?

"Of course I did! My mama's name is Jane Ward, and I live in Nottingham, Pennsylvania. Did mama not show up?"

Matsuda sighed, and looked down at his feet.

"Shannon, not only did your mother not show up, your name doesn't even register."


Told you it would be boring! But, we have Matsuda, so that is a plus! Next chapter will be a lot more fun, and our super detective may or may not be in it! C; Please Review!