--> The Horrible Truth
Shuichi and Hiro have been wandering around for the last hour. Shuichi sees a room that looks vaguely familiar. "Room 666" Hey! That's the room I was staying in! Come on Hiro!" as he drags him in.
Hiro absorbs the surroundings, it is a padded room with various chains and hooks suspended from the ceiling. Blood stains and knife gouges cover the walls and there's a straight jacket in the corner. One single window illuminates the room but this is protected by bars.
Hiro questions "Are you sure this is the room you were staying in? Shuichi replies "I can't say for sure but the room number looked very familiar as I was being dragged out of the room.
I'm sure this room has a mirror. Come on don't be a scardy cat! They enter a small bathroom as Hiro turns to Shuichi "Let me go first Shuichi-kun. Better yet, maybe you shouldn't look in the mirror at all."
Shuichi demands "Why Hiro? Is there something you're hiding from me?" Hiro insists "Just let me look in the mirror first." He takes a good look at his reflection. Looking Good! It's almost as nice as the original. This orange hair will take some time to get used to but other than that I like my new look. Hiro examines his face a little closer, I'm curious about this bruise on my forehead though. It looks like someone took a golf club and swung it into my face.
Hiro tries to block the mirror from Shuichi's view but Shuichi tricks him. "Look K's spying on us! You better duck because he's got a gun." Hiro ducks and Shuichi looks at his reflection in the mirror. He lets out an agonizing scream and falls to his knees. "Hiro Help Me! I can't breathe!"
Shuichi is hyperventilating so Hiro searches around and notices a paper bag in the corner. Here Shuichi breathe into this. In! Out! In! Out! Take slow deep breathes. Hiro notices something odd with the paper sack. There seems to be an eye hole cut out of the top of the bag and it's covered in pink shiny dust.
A light bulb pops up in Hiro's mind "I know what happened to us, we traded places with those weirdoes from the museum. I'm guessing from your bag Shuichi that you traded places with Mr. limp-wrist. No wonder why he wore that paper sack. "Shuichi? Shuichi?"
Shuichi is in a daze as he blurts out "No . . . I'm, I'm . . . Yuki! . . . He . . . can't see me like this! Hiro, do you think I can improve myself?
Hiro hesitates as he hands Shuichi the paper sack. Here, why don't you wear this for a little while until we get downtown and then we'll go shopping. That will make you feel better Shuichi.