I watch the monitor – now it was split up into three categories. Mr. Yagami had also asked to be confined. I watch all three prisoners while eating my ice cream. Matsuda stands behind me, also observing the screen. I look at the time – it's the exact time that I visited Light at the campus. If I was right, that campus guard should be there now. I finish up my ice cream and clear my throat.
"Matsuda, I am going to leave for a few hours – perhaps more. I want you to watch these three but don't communicate with them unless they start the talking. Watari will be here also to make sure that you do nothing stupid." I stand and walk past him, his face unbelieving at what I had just said. I ignore it and walk out.
Once at the campus, I'm not sure how to find the guard. It wasn't as if I had gotten his name before he took that woman away. I walk aimlessly, just hoping to spot him. I spot many people, and receive many odd looks myself.
Am I wasting my time? There is less than a three percent chance that that guard actually knows where the lady is now, much less her name. Even if he does know where she is, then I will have to get her name and then if she knows anything about me. That will be trouble in itself since there is a seventy percent chance that she actually is out of her mind. And if she is, then I won't be able to get a name out of her, or if she actually knows who I am. Even if I get a name out of her, how will I know that is her true name?
I come to the entrance of the library and see the guard standing on the steps, talking to a girl that has multiple books in her hands. They seem to be finishing up their conversation and as I get closer she thanks him and bids him farewell.
He looks up and sees me. "Hi," I say, coming closer.
"Hello. Can I help you, sir?" he asks very politely.
"I was here earlier, a couple days ago. I was talking to a lady you escorted away. Do you remember?"
He laughs and says, "Of course I remember. A strange old lady talking to a man sitting like – oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude." He stumbles off in his sentence, embarrassed of his mistake.
I smile at him, or give my best imitation of one. "It's quite alright – I know I look peculiar sitting like that. Do you remember her name or did she give you an address or some way to get in contact with her – that lady?"
He looks at me suspiciously and asks, "Why would you want to contact her?"
So he can give me contact with the woman. Now how do I get it?
I let my brain whir a good idea for a few seconds, and just stare at him. He fidgets, uncomfortable from my gaze. I do a semi-jump and pretend I had just come from a daze. "Oh! I'm sorry – of course you would want to know why I would want to contact her."
I pull out of my wallet, and flip it over to the one picture I have – me, when I was much younger and just went into Watari's care. I was eight; the picture looked somewhat like me but still could be mistaken for someone else.
"She told me that I looked like her son and then she showed me this picture. You came and took her away before I returned it to her. She said it was one of the few that she had of her son and that it was very special to her and that is why she always carried it around with her so I just wished to return it to her." I say sympathetically.
His expression clears up – he took the bait. He says, "Can I ask your name?"
"Of course – I'm Ryuzaki. What is your name?"
"My name is Ogai. And I'm going to tell you where she is since you seem trustworthy."
He really is foolish, isn't he? I remark in my mind.
He continues on, not noticing my expression shift slightly as I thought. "Well, after I had taken her away, I asked her where she was from. She gave me an address, which I wrote down, and I took her there myself. I was slightly afraid that it wasn't her home – you saw the way she acted – but upon knocking on the door, a young lady came to it. She assured me that the woman lived there and thanked me for bringing her home."
"May I have the address?"
"Of course, just make sure that picture gets back to her." He pulls a pen off his shirt pocket and a napkin out of his pocket. "Sorry about the napkin – it's the only thing I have to write on."
"It's quite alright." I say, my mind preoccupied on now how to approach the woman.
He hands me the napkin, I thank him and we part.
Later that night, Matsuda was yet again asleep on the couch. I press a button on my laptop and a giant calligraphy W pops up on my screen.
"Watari?"
"Yes?"
"Can you connect me to Wedy?"
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