A/N: I'm back! Thanks to everyone who read this! I'm sorry about the late update!

Disclaimer: I do not own Case Closed. I only own Cathy Kudo/Irene Edogawa.

*Cathy's POV*

We headed straight to the Mystery Coaster in the Land of Horror and Fantasy, with jimmy talking about Sherlock Holmes and Conan Doyle, and with Rachel and me twitching all the way.

"And you know the other cool part about Holmes? When he first met his partner, Watson, he knew right off he served in the military, just by shaking his hand." Jimmy explained. "Like this."

He took a random girl's hand and shook it, interrupting her and her friend's conversation. She had a string of pearls around her neck, which I thought, 'An amusement park is not the best to be wearing something like that.' She also had a small handbag, which I also thought isn't the best thing to wear on a roller coaster.

Her friend had glasses, and was really pale, so she was probably not the outdoor type.

"You're on the gymnastics team, aren't you?" Jimmy asked.

She looked positively startled. "How did you know that?"

"Friend of yours, Haley?" Her friend asked.

"She's got callouses on her hand, exactly the kind you get while working on uneven bars." Jimmy explained.

"Yeah, but you could get callouses from everyday things too, like raking leaves or tennis." I countered.

"Yeah, but I've also got other evidence. Earlier, when we came in, a gust of wind blew up her skirt-" She blushed at that. "-and she had dark bruises on her upper thighs that shows a tough uneven bars routine." Jimmy shot back.

"Hmph." Rachel huffed. "I bet you looked as a good detective."

"Hey! Why don't you stop picking on my friend, bucko!" A guy shouted. He wore a black t-shirt and had his arm around a women.

"Oh, you're friends with him?" Jimmy said, sheepishly. "Wanna trade seats, so you're closer together?"

"No that's okay." Haley said.

"I'd rather not be near them when the lights go out, if you know what I mean." Haley's friend said.

We looked back at the couple, who had their faces glued to each other.

I laughed, then asked her where she got her necklace. She said an ex-boyfriend gave it to her.

Two men came barging through the of them had a long trench coat, a white turtleneck sweater, and long, silver hair. He also had a hat dipped below his eyes. The other had a black business suit with a red tie, a black hat, and dark sunglasses covering his eyes. A chill ran down my spine, but I brushed it off. Jimmy didn't even notice because he was too busy obsessing about Holmes.

We started boarding the roller coaster after that.

Haley and her friend in the front, Rachel and Jimmy in the next row, the touchy-feely couple in the third row, me in the fourth row, and the two men in black in the last row. I guess all the other people were with two or more people.

I was staring into space, listening to Jimmy telling Rachel about Holmes and Doyle, when someone sat down next to me. I looked over and did a double take.

It was Kaito!

"Hey, man. Are you stalking me or something?" I teased.

"Oh no, milady. It is merely a coincidence that I come onto the same ride as you." He kissed my hand again.

I blushed and pulled my hand away as the roller coaster slowly started rolling forward.

"So, why are you here by yourself?" I asked.

"There are some things that aren't meant to be known." He said mysteriously. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Here we go!"

I screamed as the car raced along the track, with Kaito laughing at me all the way. We just entered the tunnel, when I felt a small drop of water hit my face. Maybe the hydraulics were giving out. Strange, though; this ride was fairly new.

Then, the one drop of cool water became a fountain of warm, sticky, rusty-smelling liquid. I knew that smell, because I've dealt with it on multiple occasions.

Blood.

We exited the tunnel and I looked in front of me.

The girl in front was screaming her head off, as was Jimmy, Rachel, Haley, and just about every other person on the car.

Because the man in front of me just had his head severed from his shoulders.

Oh, there were still screams on our ride, but they weren't screams of happiness.

They were screams of horror.

A/N: I'm sorry about the short update update!