At first it had only been a couple days that had passed, but those days soon turned into a week and more. Soon enough it had been almost 15 days since Hiro and Baymax had gone missing.

Honey Lemon and the others had been out on patrol all day and all night, never giving up the search for their young friend. But it appeared to be hopeless. He was nowhere to be found and no-one had seen him. Although there were posters up all over the city with the boy's picture on them and detailed descriptions, no-one had called in. None of their scanners could pick up on Hiro's date – well, there had been that one day where the scanner indicated that Hiro had been at a gas station about fourty minutes outside of the city but when they got there they didn't find anything. Only a couple grocery and food delivery trucks refueling to continue on their way.

They were getting increasingly more frustrated and worried. The fact that they couldn't pick up on Hiro's signature anywhere, neither in the city nor the suburbs, must have meant that Obake had taken Hiro to some place far away or, even worse … no, they could not even begin to believe that Hiro might not even be alive anymore.

Honey Lemon yawned widely as she stared down at the small hand-held device that Hiro had once built. It was upgrading and until it was finished she would not be able to use it. Her and Go Go's plan for today was to head to the farthest outskirts of the city and to look for Hiro there. They knew that there were caves and underground caves out there as well, so they thought that they might find something down there. After all, the scanner couldn't really pick up signatures if they were too far underground.

"Good morning." A soft voice called and pulled Honey Lemon out of her thoughts. When she looked up she saw Hiro's Aunt Cass balancing two plates on her arm and four cups of steaming hot coffee on a tray. "Eat and drink up." She said and placed all of it down on the table. She opened her mouth to say something else but had to hurry off when she noticed the long line at the counter.

The Lucky Cat had exploded ever since Hiro had gone missing. Word about the kidnapping had spread so quickly about the neighborhood that people were eager to come and try to help. Some were just spectators who took pictures in the café, probably trying to get more attention from their followers on social media. Others really did seem to care though and came to make donations to Aunt Cass. Others on the other hand came with clues, claiming they had seen Hiro and to get the cash reward that was promised on the posters across town. Most of them lead nowhere though and by the way they told Cass about where they had supposedly seen the boy one could tell that it was a lie.

"Poor Cass …" Honey Lemon mumbled as she nipped on her coffee, her eyes following the woman who seemed so stressed out. "Maybe we could help out here at the café?"

"And who's going to look for Hiro while we help out here?" Go Go asked. She had put her arms and head on the table and seemed to be trying to nap a little. "Finding Hiro will help her more than helping out at the café."

Fred nodded, his feet resting on a chair, head leant back. He seemed barely awake and Honey Lemon couldn't blame him. They had just pulled their third night patrol in a row, all of them together. Although they had thought about splitting up and taking turns during the night patrol they had decided against it. If all of them were out the probability of finding some trace or a hint of some sort was just higher.

Honey Lemon as the little device was still not fully operational and took out her phone instead. She tried her best to keep up to date with the police department's social media posts and their radio updates. As she opened the app and scrolled through their newest posts she was not surprised to see that, apart from a couple more robberies in factories, banks and whatnot, there was nothing that could be connected to Hiro's disappearance. It was strange though how the level of crime had gone up significantly since Hiro had been gone. But they figured that, since they were not focused on the small stuff these days, criminals had just taken advantage of Big Hero six's absence.

"Excuse me?" she looked up to see a young man stand next to her, a piece of crumbled paper in his hand. His blonde hair was falling into his eyes and she noticed a bewildered expression on his face. "Would you mind telling me where the owner of this shop is?"

"Yeah, sure." Honey Lemon said and quickly sat up a bit. She pointed out Aunt Cass for him and furrowed her brow as he thanked her, obviously nervous.

"Dude, you okay?" Fred asked and looked over. "You look super stressed and trust me – I know what that looks like."

"I am stressed." He admitted and started unfolding the paper. "I saw this paper taped to a street lamp. I think I've seen this boy and I wanted to let his Aunt know." He showed them the paper which showed Hiro's face, the address and contact information of Aunt Cass. The others didn't show much of a reaction as this had happened so many times in the past few days and nothing had come off of it. But Honey Lemon hesitated to just let him go. His expression was one she had not seen before. She might have been mistaken but he seemed so distressed and anxious about what he may have seen that she decided to trust that this might actually be something.

"Would you mind telling me what you've seen?" she asked softly. When he hesitated to tell she added: "Hiro is my ex-boyfriend's little brother … we've all been looking for him ever since he disappeared."

"Oh …" his expression softened and he nodded. "I'm so sorry. That must be tough. I actually took a picture of the kid ..." Honey Lemon stood up to stand next to him. The man had taken out his phone and seemed to be going through his pictures before showing it to Honey Lemon. "I mean," he said as he zoomed in, "I can't be too sure, but it really does look like him, doesn't it?"

"May I?" Honey Lemon asked softly and took the phone. She pinched her fingers together and zoomed in as close as possible. On the picture there was a pizza delivery truck parked at what seemed like a gas station. At the window she could make out the silhouette of a head with black hair and what seemed like big, dark eyes. But it was too blurry and taken from too far away to be sure that this was Hiro.

"I got another one." He said and swiped left to reveal a much clearer image that made Honey Lemon gasp and almost drop the stranger's phone. Everyone jumped up and rushed over to look at the picture.

The picture did not show Hiro's face but the back of his head. He was looking up at a man they all recognized immediately – Obake.

The two of them were at the gas station, seemingly headed towards the pizza delivery van. Obake had his hand on Hiro's back and Hiro was looking up at him.

"It's him!" Fred cried and pointed at the phone. "It's Hi-"

"Quiet!" Go Go said angrily and quickly pushed down his hand. When Fred was just about to protest everyone else also mentioned for him to shut up. Everyone was thinking the same thing – they needed to check this out again before worrying Cass.

"What is he doing?" Wasabi asked confused and zoomed in on Obake's hand on Hiro's back. "Why is he going with that guy? He should be running!"

"Maybe he's armed?" Honey Lemon questioned and tried to analyze the picture. "I mean … there must be a reason …"

"Or maybe-"

"Could I get my phone back?" the stranger interrupted carefully from behind them. "If this is the kid you're all looking for I'll take this straight to the police, I think."

"O-Oh, of course!" Honey Lemon agreed and took the phone back from Go Go. "Sorry!"

"We need to find that gas station." Go Go whispered to the other two as Honey Lemon continued speaking with the stranger. "And we need to check all pizza delivery vans that have been used within the last week."

"Sounds good." Wasabi agreed. "Let's split up. You and Fred should check out the vans, Honey and me'll try to find the gas station."

"Let's do it!" Fred said excitedly, his eyes full of determination. "I can't wait to have my little buddy back." He added, a hint of sadness in his usually so happy and bright expression. The other two looked at him and just smiled softly – it went without saying that they all thought the same. They all missed Hiro so very much.

"Thank you again!" Honey Lemon called after the man who walked up to Aunt Cass in order to show her the picture – and to collect the cash reward. "He gave me the pics." Honey Lemon said and turned back to her friends. "This is the first real lead …"

"And we'll make the most of it." Wasabi reassured her and told her everything about the plan they had come up with. Honey Lemon agreed and together they all finished their cups of coffee with a single gulp before rushing out the café, leaving the food untouched.

"What do you think they were doing there?" Honey Lemon asked Wasabi as the two of them were on the train, heading to the farthest south point of the city. "I mean … there's nothing in Oak Woodland. Its population is less than my house."

"Beats me." Wasabi mumbled and watched the scenery outside pass by. "But I guess Obake had to get Hiro out of the city so we couldn't find him … maybe his lair was in San Fransokyo all along …"

She sighed heavily and leaned back in the uncomfortable train seats. They had been on their way for over an hour now and the nervousness was slowly tiring her out. She was imagining all sorts of scenarios in her head, each one getting less unlikely to happen than the one that came before. Of course she knew that it was just not realistic for her to expect to find Obake and Hiro still there, at the gas station. The man did say that it had been a couple days since he'd taken the picture. Apparently he'd forgotten about the posters of Hiro and just stumbled upon them again later. But still, there was hope inside of her. Maybe they'd be given a miracle and the gas station really did give them some sort of clue as to where Hiro might have been taken afterwards.

"What do you think happened to Hiro …?" Honey Lemon asked quietly and looked at her friend. "I just can't understand what's going on" she looked down at the picture. "… Obake doesn't seem to be holding him captive … Hiro is just … going with him."

Wasabi looked at the picture Honey Lemon had pulled up on her phone. "Maybe he really is armed?" he sighed and she could tell that he was also frustrated by what he was seeing. "Or Obake threatened him?" he didn't really sound like he believed his own words and Honey Lemon could tell why. The way Hiro looked up at Obake and had his body turned towards him seemed didn't seem like he feared the man at all. It was quite the opposite. It seemed to be a friendly interaction between the two of them which only rattled them more.

"We'll figure out what's going on, I'm sure." Honey Lemon mumbled, trying hard to keep her positive attitude, even though it was getting harder and harder with each passing day. Every day they hadn't found a clue as to where Hiro might be it had felt like he was slipping further out of their reach. And that's why she and the others were so determined to find something, anything that would bring them closer to their young friend.

When they finally reached Oak Woodland station they quickly got up and hurried outside as quickly as they could. They had found the gas station with some smart reverse image search using one of the scanners Hiro had built a while ago and followed the navigational system closely. Even though they had been on the train for a while it still took them quite a bit to reach the gas station by foot. And when they finally reached it, Honey Lemon felt a bit disappointed – although she had expected it – when the pizza delivery van from the picture was not there anymore. Somehow she must have been holding onto that tiny bit of hope that Hiro would just be there, waiting for them to come and get them. But of course he wasn't.

"Let's ask around." Wasabi suggested as he took in the scenery in front of him. He was much calmer and relaxed than Honey Lemon was and she felt thankful for that. "I'll check the stores and you go ahead and check with the gas station clerk."

She nodded and immediately made her way over to the entrance while Wasabi headed to a convenience store close by. Inside the station she found an elderly man with a long beard, siting on a chair at the register. He was reading a book, his chin barely reaching the top of the counter as he seemed to be sitting down. When Honey Lemon approached him, the poster of Hiro already in her hand, he looked up and smiled. Before he could even try to get up Honey Lemon quickly asked him to stay seated, worried that he might fall over.

"What can I do you for?" he asked with a gentle, yet rough voice. His hands were now resting on the counter. "You need refuel?"

"Oh, no, I'm good, thank you." She replied quickly and unfolded the paper to show it to him. "This is my ex-boyfriend's little brother and he's been missing for a week … I know that he came by here within the last couple days, have you seen him?"

The old man took the paper with shaky hands to get a closer look. Although he held it as close to his face as possible he still couldn't make it out, so Honey Lemon waited for him to put on his round and thick glasses that were almost to heavy to stay on the bridge of his nose. "Ah, this little boy?" he repeated and studied Hiro's face on the picture. "Sorry, haven't seen him."

Honey Lemon's heart sank again. "Are you sure?" she pressed softly. "Someone's seen him around this station just a couple of days ago …"

"Yeah, I'm sure!" the old man said loudly, making her twitch in surprise. "I remember all my customers!" he then started to go on to tell her all about his regular's and how he never forgot a face and whatnot, but Honey Lemon had already stopped listening. She interrupted the man and stepped outside, leaving him to talk by himself.

"Honey!"

When she heard her name called she turned and saw Wasabi gesture for her to come over to the small supermarket. When she noticed the stressed expression on his face she immediately hurried over to be greeted by him telling her that the shop owner had seen Hiro just last night.
"Really!?" she couldn't stop herself from tearing up. She felt so relieved, knowing that Hiro really was alive and unharmed for sure. "Where is he now?"

"Let's go." Wasabi grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside the shop. They hurried over to the register where a young woman was standing, holding Wasabi's phone with the picture of Hiro and Obake pulled up and one of the posters. "You're saying that you saw him last night?" Wasabi asked her once they reached the register.

"Yeah, he came by here the last three nights and bought candy." She shrugged, apparently not really thinking that this was a big deal. "He only got some gummy bears and left again though. In and out within a few minutes. Haven't seen him otherwise."
Honey Lemon couldn't help but to smile a bit – candy really did sound like the young boy.
"Do you know where he is now?" Wasabi pressed. "He's been missing for a week and is in danger."

"Don't know." She replied. "He's being very secretive. I asked him where his parents where but he didn't even respond. He always wears his hood and pays cash only. Didn't seem to be in any danger, though."

They both looked at each other, knowing exactly what it was that they had to do. "Would you mind if we stayed here tonight to see if he comes back?" Wasabi asked. "If it's really our friend then we need to bring him back home."
The woman raised her brows and seemed to think for a moment. They could tell she wasn't thrilled by their suggestion. Honey Lemon could tell that she wanted to work in peace and not be bothered by them. And that's when she suggested that they'd do all their shopping in her shop in exchange – and that's when she agreed.

When he entered the room at the end of the hallway Obake found himself smiling at what he was seeing – there he was, the young boy whom he had taken in as his student, happily working away on some experiment. He had known right from the start that taking Hiro in, even if his measures were a tad harsh, would be best for him and if the old Hiro could see himself now he most definitely wouldn't have disagreed.

The boy had gotten one of the largest room in their new lair – or rather, home, as he liked to call it. It was split into a bedroom and slightly smaller living room with a bathroom the boy had all to himself. There was a large window on the outer side of the bedroom and a small garden that was connected to the living room. Despite him having quite a lot of space for being so young one could hardly see the floor anymore. There were clothes scattered across the floor in his bedroom, his pillow on the floor next to a large illustrated book – Obake knew that the boy liked reading on the floor until he grew tired.

Hiro had gotten everything he had wanted from him and was really blossoming in his new environment. Over the tiny meadow there were materials scattered all around, from tools to metal scraps, pencils and lots of papers, there was so much to discover in this mess.

Right now Hiro was standing at his work desk, a pen jammed in between his teeth and hands working on something that Obake could not really make out. A large paper was spread out next to Hiro on the floor, showing plans for some kind of robot, lots and lots of fuzz from his eraser around his bare feet.

For a moment he just stood there and watched the boy work on his new project, feeling proud of what he had accomplished. Ever since they had arrived in this place Hiro had rarely ever had memory sparks and was settling in well. The drive here had been a real challenge, but also, as it had turned out, also the best thing that could have happened. Seeing his deceased brother in his dream had unsettled the boy so much that he had panicked. And the first place he had looked for help had been right here, with him. The fact that Hiro immediately chosen to come to Obake for help had been a breakthrough in his memory-wipe. Since then there had hardly ever been any other incidents – mostly also because he had dialed up his 'medicine' intake by a lot. The boy was taking three pills a day now, one in the morning, one at lunch and one before going to sleep. Obake knew that it was a lot for his body to handle, but he also knew that it would only take a few more weeks of this until he wouldn't need it anymore. In just a few weeks all his memories would be wiped and he would be a clean slate, even more than he was now.

"Hiro?" he called out to the boy, making him gasp in surprise and drop the pen he had been holding with his teeth. "What are you working on?"

The boy looked up and turned around to look at him. There was some grease on his nose and his black hair was messily falling into his eyes. As if he had also just noticed the hair Hiro quickly brushed it away, only to have it fall back right to where it had been bothering him. "I had a new idea." He said and turned back to his robot. "If I'm right, then this thing will definitely save me."

"Save you?" Obake chuckled and raised a brow as he stepped closer. "Save you how?"

"Well," Hiro got onto his tiptoes and examined his little robot's joints, "I can't find anything in this mess anymore. It will clean and organize everything for me."

Obake couldn't help but to chuckle again – this type of silly, childlike machinery was exactly the kind of exercise he needed Hiro to do until he was ready for more. Sooner or later he knew Hiro would be ready to build the machine they needed in order to recreate the Great catastrophe and rid the world of San Fransokyo.

When Hiro began explaining what he had already finished working on and what was still in need of repair he watched him and enjoyed his enthusiasm, knowing that this was all thanks to him.

When his watch started beeping on his left wrist he took out Hiro's pill and put down a bottle of water on his table. Without hesitation Hiro grabbed the bottle, pulled the cap off with his teeth and swallowed the pill quickly. He seemed to be so used to this routine that he didn't protest, nor did he seem suspicious anymore. Just like Obake had wanted all along – he was simply doing as he was told.

"When's lunch?" the boy asked and looked up at him suddenly. He pushed his hair back out of his eyes again. "I'm starving."

"Soon." Obake replied simply and shrugged. "Whenever Trina's back from town."

He noticed a tiny hint of sadness in Hiro's eyes when he mentioned the town and knew exactly why – for the past couple of days Hiro had been asking to leave the home and go outside to explore. He claimed to be bored, being stuck in his room all day, and that he wanted to see the city. Of course he had refused the boy's wishes. Hiro was not to leave the lair until his memory wipe was completed. The risk of another memory spark or someone seeing him was just too high, it could not be risked. And so Obake ignored the boy's continuous pleas and told him to stay in his room. Ever since the boy had tried to sneak out once Obake had made a habit of locking his door, just to be sure.

"Maybe …" Hiro said softly, biting his bottom lip. "Maybe next time … I mean … I could go and … a-and get lunch …? It's not far and I could-"
Obake quickly turned his head to look down at him with a stern expression, leaving no doubt that hearing about this again angered him. He didn't even need to say anything to let the boy know that he should stop at once. And so he did. His black hair, that he had brushed back just now, fell back into his eyes. Silence spread between them, the tension in the air rising. Hiro's hand was gripping the screwdriver he had just been using and his head hung low. Although he disliked seeing the boy this heartbroken, he knew that this was just the same situation it had been before his memory wipe began – he might not understand now, but one day, he'd realize that this was happening for his own good.

"I'll come and get you for lunch." He eventually told him and turned to leave. "Keep on working. I'm looking forward to seeing your new robot."

"Y-Yeah …" Hiro mumbled, head still hung low. He didn't move until Obake had closed the door. Once the key locked the door he could hear the boy cursing quietly and a loud sound from the room. He knew that Hiro had, once again, thrown his tool across the room in anger. Obake found it interesting how Hiron was so shy one moment and then expressed his anger by throwing things around. The boy must have been more frustrated than he was showing, he thought.

After he had made sure that the door was definitely locked, he headed back down the hallway and to his own workshop where he had put up the same set up as in the other one. The various screens displayed some maps of the city, CCTV live footage of all entrances to their new home and, most importantly, the plans he was working on. He had the scans of Shimamoto's journal right by his side and tried to decode it as fast and as quickly as he could. The work Hiro's friend, the tall girl, had done had been highly efficient but there was still something amiss. He figured that this would take him a couple more days, maybe even weeks to finish.

When he suddenly heard the sound of the phone ringing on the computer he looked up – it was Robert Callaghan calling. He accepted the call at once and smiled up at the large image of the man on his screen.

"Good afternoon." Callaghan greeted him. "Just checking in on the progress with Shimamoto's journal."

"It's going well." Obake replied honestly. "But it'll take me a bit longer than I expected. That woman's done some serious work on her equations."

"I see." Callaghan said and let out a soft sigh. "As long as it won't take too much longer. I'm not sure how long I can keep living like this, in hiding."

Obake nodded. He knew that, ever since Callaghan had escaped from prison, he had been living underground to stay out of the police's and, most importantly, out of that little superhero's view. Although Obake was not that bothered by staying hidden, he had to admit that it could take a toll on someone who was not used to it. And so he reassured the man that he was doing his very best to get the best results as fast as possible.

"And how about Hiro?" Callaghan asked. "How's he coming along?"

"Quite nicely." He replied. "I've been keeping him in his room. He's got everything he needs to keep busy for a while."

"But does he remember?"

"No. Nothing at all." Obake couldn't suppress the smile that appeared on his lips. "The first few days he's had a couple of memory sparks, but nothing I couldn't handle." When Callaghan questioned him he explained further. "It started with the remnants of his robot that triggered his memory, then the Golden Gate Bridge, then he started dreaming of his brother."

"Ah," Callaghan sighed a bit, "Tadashi."

"But don't worry. As far as I know it hasn't happened for a while now. He doesn't really get triggered by anything anymore. I keep a close watch on his materials, his room, his clothes. Anything that could trigger him has been removed. I've also upped his medicine intake."
Callaghan raised his brows and seemed quite impressed. "I have to say," he said, "I didn't even know that wiping out memories was a thing."

"That's because it wasn't." he said. "I invented it specifically for this kid. It's basically just a mix of drugs that cause induced amnesia. It's been tested before but no-one was smart enough to keep working on it although the results had been quite promising."

"Drugs?" Callaghan repeated, his brow raised. "What kind of drugs?" when Obake started to explain the mixture of the medicine in close detail, Callaghan seemed worried. "But isn't that a bit much for a kid like Hiro? He's skinny, weak and-"

"He's fine." Obake insisted and waved Callaghan's worry off. "He's been eating and sleeping well, as far as I can tell there is no need to worry. And he's been keeping busy. I got him everything he needs."

"If you say so." Callaghan said, seemingly still not convinced. "Just make sure to not overdo it. The last thing we need is him dead."
Obake chuckled a bit and shrugged. "I know. But like I said, he's doing fine. I think he'll be ready to get to work within the next couple days."

"Perfect."
The two men then started chatting about the house and how things were going there. Ever since Callaghan had to go into hiding he hadn't had use for his house on the outskirts of the city. And so he had offered it to Obake to hide away Hiro and to work on Shimamoto's journal. Their plan was coming along nicely and the two men felt satisfied with what they had already accomplished – getting a small army of robots, stealing the journal and the energy amplifier and, most importantly, kidnapping the boy. It had all gone according to the plan. They were confident they could set the wheels in motion soon enough.

The first thing they had to do was to try out the machine Shimamoto had built on a much smaller target – and of course they'd try and get Krei Tech. Callaghan had told Obake about the fate his beloved daughter had suffered and so they had decided on their target together. After the destruction of Krei Tech and Alistor Krei they would move on to San Fransokyo and rid the world of this city for good. And then, out of the ashes, they knew they could rebuild something so much better, something that was worth living in without all the laughable criminals, thieves and whatnot.

When Obake eventually heard his name called from outside he decided to end the call. He found Trina standing outside his room with the lunch he had sent her out to get in her hands. She didn't seem happy that she was now being used for errands like this, but he didn't really care. She was nothing more than a means to an end.

He took the back and headed back down the hallway to Hiro's room. He expected to find the boy still working, he had only left him alone for an hour or so, after all. But when he knocked and there was no response he got a bit worried. His worry turned out to be true when he opened the door and found Hiro passed out on the ground, right in front of his work desk.

Obake put down the bag and hurried over, carefully picking up the boy's small frame. Hiro was still breathing and didn't seem to be injured in any way, which was a relief. Even though he seemed to have collapsed at his desk there was no sign of head injuries.

Obake carried him over to the bed and laid him down, brushing his hair out of his face to take a closer look at it. Although he was a bit pale there didn't seem to be anything else wrong with him. His breathing and his pulse were both fine and when he gently pried open one of Hiro's eyes he could still not find anything wrong. And so he gently shook the boy, trying to get him to wake up. And, to his surprise, the boy seemed to wake immediately. A groan escaped his lips and he grimaced.

"Hiro, wake up." Obake called and sat down next to him on the bed. "What happened?"
Hiro groaned again and lifted his hand to rub his eyes. He mumbled something that Obake didn't understand and so he waited a moment for the boy to come to his senses. But before he knew what had happened Hiro's hand fell limp and he passed out again, his head slumped to the side.

Obake grew more worried now and shook the boy again, but he didn't wake again. Instead he lay there on the bed, eyes closed and lips parted. His breathing was quite shallow, Obake noticed.

He got up and checked the kid's work desk and that's when he quickly found the reason for Hiro's current state – the boy had drunk a second bottle filled with medicine that Obake had left for later. He must have been thirsty and not looked at what he had grabbed – and then accidentally overdosed.

Obake cursed quietly and threw the empty bottle on the floor before returning to Hiro's side. He knew that a boy like Hiro couldn't handle such a high dose all at once, an adult bare could. But how could he get it back out of his system?

He figured he couldn't take Hiro to the hospital. If someone recognized him there – and he knew that people were looking for him - then the whole plan would be ruined. But if the kid didn't see a doctor he might die.

"Call Callaghan."

He turned around when he heard a woman's voice behind him. Momokase was standing in the doorframe and looking at Hiro's lifeless body. She was holding one of her blades, apparently in the middle of training. She seemed concerned, but not panicky or scared at all upon seeing Hiro like this. "Callaghan's a professor and he studied medicine back before he started with robotics, didn't he? He can help."

Obake looked at her and raised his brows. He wasn't sure what to do but calling Callaghan after he had told him that everything was fine and that he had everything after control?

He fought with himself and with his pride, unwilling to admit to Callaghan that something had gone off course unexpectedly so shortly after their call. But when he looked down at Hiro again and saw how he seemed to grow paler with each second that passed he realized that he had to call for help. He didn't really know anything about medicine, or at least not enough to know what to do in this situation. And so he turned away from the boy and pushed Momokase out of his way as he headed back to his work room.

Once he had explained what had happened to Callaghan the man did exactly what he had expected him to – scold him. Obake had to listen to his older guy tell him how he had not been careful enough, how he had not listened to what he had been told, and he hated every second of it. He was not a child like Hiro that could be treated like this. Once Callaghan got here he would make sure the man knew exactly who he was dealing with.

Callaghan arrived by car just about half an hour later. He had covered himself with a cloak and a neutral, black facemask that reached right up to under his eyes. He parked in his old garage as to not be seen getting out the car.

"Where is he?" Callaghan asked and got a first aid kit and some other supplies out of his trunk. Obake saw some clear tubes and everything needed for an IV in the small bag Callaghan grabbed. He took the small bag of bandages and whatnot that the man handed him and quickly

"His room." Obake replied and led Callaghan inside. They hurried all the way to the back of the house where Hiro's room was located. They found Momokase sitting on the bed, Hiro's head in her lap and her hands gently stroking his hair. Upon closer look Obake found Hiro's eyes to be opened halfway. He seemed to be awake, though just barely. His pupils were so small that one could barely see them.

"Hiro, my boy." Callaghan said and quickly put down all his utensils. He knelt down and felt the boy's forehead. "My, you're really burning up, aren't you … how are you feeling?"

"He can't hear you." Momokase said, her eyes fixed to Hiro's face. "Or at least he's unresponsive …" she continued stroking his black hair. Obake watched her closely as she did. He had forbidden her to get closer to the boy ever since she had tried to trigger his memory with the material from his robotic nurse friend. But, watching her treat him so gently, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd gone behind his back and gotten closer to Hiro after all. The way she was with him now seemed almost motherly.

"Alright." Callaghan mumbled and started preparing an IV. "We need to get the drugs out of his system, fast. Can you take off his jacket, please?" he instructed Momokase and together they carefully lifted Hiro's torso. The boy was blinking slowly, his eyes staring into nothingness and lips parted. Obake carefully put Hiro back down and helped to administer the IV under Callaghan's instructions. When Momokase asked what was in the IV Callaghan explained something about an antidote and that Hiro should be regaining his consciousness within the next twenty fhour hours or so.
"It may take a day or two more for him to get back on his feet, but that should be it. Just make sure he drinks lots of milk and that you keep the dosage to a minimum." Obake sighed and looked down at Callaghan as he was continuing to check Hiro. "He should not be left alone in case other symptoms occur."

"Like what?" Momokase asked.

"Drug overdose usually comes with dizziness, stomach and chest pain, sometimes severe nausea. If he throws up in his sleep he could choke."

"We should take turns watching him." Momokase said immediately and sat up. "I'll watch him tonight."
Obake glared a bit at her. He didn't like her being alone with the boy. He just knew that she was up to something but wasn't sure what. It seemed like she wanted him to remember, but he couldn't quite figure out why. Just when he was about to protest Callaghan had already agreed.

For a moment he thought about whether or not to insist on him taking the first watch but ultimately decided against it. He had CCTV's in this room after all and just knew that he would be able to keep close watch on what she was doing at all times. She was planning something and he was going to make sure that she'd fail.