It was still early in the morning, so Daisuke didn't have to worry about avoiding people on the streets. Finding a weapon was not difficult; there is at least one knife in every kitchen. Retrieving said weapon wasn't hard either, especially since he didn't bother to leave a warning note. The tricky part…was getting back to their hiding spot without being spotted. By the time he had his weapon, more and more people were already flooding the streets and sidewalks. If that wasn't bad enough, one or two police cars patrolled the area. Daisuke guessed they were more alert due to the excitement only a few hours ago. The roads were so congested, Daisuke decided to find a less conventional escape route. As he made slow progress up the side of a nearby building by clinging tight to a drainpipe, he wished he had Dark back where he belonged…in his mind. Even if he couldn't use Dark's wings, the thief would have gotten impatient with their slow pace and started pestering him. It was annoying, yes, but it was also great motivation. He smiled to himself. 'Now I miss everything that made being Dark's alter ego so inconvenient.'

He paused and took his eyes off his footing momentarily to glance upward. To his relief, he was almost high enough to grasp the ledge. He slid his hands up the pipe and clung as his feet caught up, bracing themselves against the wall. He held back a yelp as the toes on one of his feet failed to find a secure foothold. He slipped slightly as frantically searched the wall with the tip of his shoe. He slipped more and forced himself to calm down, hugging the pipe closer. After he regained his composure and finished consoling himself, he slowly looked down, ignoring the ground far below him. He guided his foot to a position above one brick where grout connected it to another and the surface was uneven. He sighed gratefully and returned his gaze to the top.

After successfully pulling himself over the ledge, Daisuke sat and allowed himself to catch his breath. He checked his pocket and pulled out a bundle of cloth. Without unwrapping it, he could feel the knife had not slipped out during his ordeal. Satisfied, he placed it back in his pocket.

From the rooftop, Daisuke could see the layout of the city and could even glimpse the river where their hiding place was located. He got a running start and leapt to the next roof with ease. The next, however, was not so close. Daisuke took a deep breath and let it out very slowly, but his heart still pounded against his ribs. 'You can do this,' he told himself, 'you're a Niwa.' Again, he ran across the surface of the roof before risking a second jump. He could tell he would not clear the distance so easily and thrust his hands out. His hands slapped the gravel just a few inches from the edge and slid. Instead of panicking, Daisuke curled his fingers to catch anything that might help him up. They gripped the metal lining that ran around the entire building. He dangled momentarily as he secured his fingers under the edge of the metal before pulling himself over it. He looked ahead and noticed only two close rooftops before the buildings ended and he would have to sprint across the open field. He cleared the last two gaps with ease and checked his pocket once more before sliding down the last building's drainpipe…which was so much easier than climbing up.

Once on the ground, he stayed in an alley as he peeked out at the people passing over the bridge. There were so many. The patrol car passed by again, reminding him how much danger he was in. He wanted to call to Dark for help, but it would have been a stupid thing to do…he just needed a distraction.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise as one of the patrol car tires exploded. Women shrieked and babies began to cry as the people on the bridge dodged a few flying pieces of rubber. All eyes were drawn to the patrol car as the police jumped out and started asking people of they were alright.

Daisuke decided this would be the best distraction he could have hoped for in such an innocent part of town. He dashed over the grass and dirt, hoping the police could hold everyone's attention long enough for him to reach the bridge unseen. He slid into the darkness before finally allowing himself to breathe.

"Took you long enough," Dark whispered, clearly unimpressed by Daisuke's stunt.

Daisuke glared at him, "I couldn't just run across…I had to sneak, then wait until no one was looking to get over here! All you did this whole time was sit."

"Not true," Dark replied, "I thought you'd be needing something to distract all those people, so—"

"You popped the car tire?" Daisuke shook his head. Once again, Dark was on top of things, but this time, he was injured. Daisuke found himself feeling useless despite the mission he had just returned from. Dark held out his hand and Daisuke gave him the bundle. After inspecting the knife, he grinned, "you got a sharp one…that's good. With this, you won't have to use extra force to pierce—"

"Can we…not…"

"Still nervous? Makes sense…don't worry, you'll get over it once you're back at home." Dark wrapped the knife up again before giving it back to Daisuke. "We can get going tonight once the crowds die down…Engel's sure to be at home that late in the night."