Disclaimer: Do I look like Gosho Aoyama or Yuu Watase to you? No, I didn't think so.

A/N: There is now fanart for this story! I have everyone except for Hotohori, because we haven't met him yet and I don't want to give away any spoilers. You can find the link in my profile to my DeviantArt.

The phone rang, and Ran answered it. "Moshi moshi, Mouri Detective Agency. Hattori-kun? You want to talk to Conan-kun? I'll get him. Conan-kun!" she called. He popped out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, Ran-neechan?"

"Here, Hattori-kun wants to talk to you." She handed him the phone, then went back to collecting the laundry.

"Hello?" Conan said.

"Hey, Kudo. I gotta talk to ya 'bout last night, what we were talkin' 'bout," Heiji informed him.

"I told you not to call me that, Hattori!" Shinichi hissed. "What if someone overheard you?"

"I'm in a locked phone booth all on my lonesome, how could anyone 'overhear' me?" asked the Detective of the West. "Look, I'll meet ya at hakase's house, okay?"

"Fine, fine," Conan grumbled. "See you there." He hung up.

"Ran-neechan, I'm going to hakase's to play!" he chirped to her.

"All right, Conan-kun!" Ran called back. "Just be back around lunch time, okay?"

"OK! Ja ne, Ran-neechan!"

Conan rode over to Professor Agasa's on his skateboard. 'Hattori said he wanted to talk about what we were talking about last night. I wonder if he's found out something more.'

As he neared Agasa's, he could see Hattori was already there, proven by the familiar motorbike parked in front.

"Ah, Shinichi, how are you doing?" the elderly inventor asked him inside.

"I'm okay. Tired, though," he replied.

"You didn't sleep well, Kudo-kun?" Ai asked, looking up from the fashion magazine she was reading. "What a coincidence." She looked directly at him, blue-gray eyes piercing his very soul. "What a coincidence," she murmured again, glancing back to her magazine.

"Yo, Kudo!" Hattori came out of the kitchen, waving to him.

"Hey, Hattori. What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"C'mon." The Osakan left the room, going outside on the steps. Bewildered, Conan followed the other boy, waving a short goodbye to the professor and his charge.

"How come we had to come outside? It's probably safer insi-" Conan was cut off by Hattori.

"You remember our discussion last night? How I thought there was something bigger at play?"

"You said you were having weird dreams, and you thought you were a constellation," Conan recapped.

"Hey, you don't have to sound so patronizing," Heiji protested. "Listen," he continued," I'm not sure exactly how, but last night, I regained my memory."

"I wasn't aware you had amnesia," Shinichi drawled.

"Dammit, Kudo, just listen to me seriously!" Hattori exploded. "I think the reason you haven't remembered yet is 'cause of that drug that shrunk ya. It probably did somethin' to ya."

"What are you talking about, 'remembered'? Would you mind explaining to me in less cryptic terms exactly what the hell is going on?" Conan's voice was colored with rage and confusion.

"That's what I'm trying to do, Kudo," Hattori ground out between gritted teeth. He sighed. "I guess the simplest, most straightforward way would be this. Sit down, Kudo. I'm going to tell you a story."

Scowling at Hattori for treating him like a child, the mini tantei sat down anyways on the grass. Assuming a comfortable pose, Conan waited for the Osakan to begin.

A/N: Heh heh heh. The plot thickens even more... I'm not sure what color Ai's eyes are, so if I got it wrong, feel free to tell me. Please remember to R&R, and vote in the poll for this story!

Preview of the next chapter: "During the Taisho Era, there was a translator named Einosuke Okuda..."