Three years.
Three years had passed in her home. And Naomi was still a little girl.
Her father stared at her with big crazy eyes, and when she tried to explain about Watari the Rabbit and the Bandersnatch—he called in the doctors.
Naomi sat in the plush armchair, listening closely as they spoke about her as if she wasn't even there.
"We've tested every part of her mental faculties we can." The doctor said. "Naomi is a genius, but for some reason, she is completely mad, I'm afraid. Pity."
"Is there nothing we can do?" Father said.
"Well sometimes children grow out of these fantastical delusions." The doctor said. "Perhaps her intellect is so large it feels the need to fabricate these things. In any case, if it gets any worse, she will have to be committed."
Committed? Naomi tensed.
She pulled the Death Note from inside her hollowed out diary.
Naomi would not allow them to commit her.
Naomi had slain the Bandersnatch, so a few doctors wouldn't be a problem.
No doctors, no committal.
It would buy her time.
She would find proof of Wonderland.