Dialogues with the Cadaverous

"Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses" -Margret Miller

"Are you comfortable now? I tried to get all the blood off, but it's hard to tell. I'm sorry about your cape, I needed it for a bandage, I'm sure you understand."

"It's so bloody cold in here, do you think we should break up that chair for firewood?"

"The fire helps, I hope you don't mind I tossed you hat and jacket in there, it doesn't seem to be helping you though, you still feel so cold, freezing even. I can't believe we've been here two days now. Are you hungry? I'm sure you are, you always seem to be hungry during the day. I think we have a few candy bars left, I can't believe you took chocolate with you on a heist."

"Five days, five bloody days in this cabin, I can't wait to get out of here. What possessed you to pull a heist with a blizzard warning, in an avalanche prone area? Honestly, somedays I wonder if you're exactly sane. I can't wait to get out of here. No offense, but I'm getting a bit sick of your company. First thing I'm going to do when I leave, I'm getting the largest steak I can find and eating it rare, maybe even raw. Never eating chocolate again."

"No more firewood, no more clothes unless you want me to burn your pants, but I think you kind of need them. I wonder how much longer it'll take them to find us...I wonder if they're even looking any more. It's so fucking cold."

"How can you just stand to lay there? It takes everything I have to keep moving, to keep warm, you must be so cold, you feel cold, your lips are almost frozen to the touch, your fingers dead weight. How can you be this cold and not have frost bite? You truly are unbelievable."

"It's been six days, eight hours, twenty-five minutes and thirty-nine seconds since that avalanche locked us in here. Five days, fifteen hours, twelve minutes and seven seconds since we ate our last bit of food. One hour, thirteen minutes and two seconds since my pocket watch stopped working."

"S...so c..c..cold. I'm so tired of the cold...so bloody tired. I thought body heat was supposed to keep a person warm? Then again, you're as cold as ice, colder then ice even. There's no warmth from you. How can you be so cold? Must be why you just lay there, conserving your energy. You don't even flinch when I wrap my arms around you. I wonder if my tounge would freeze to you..."

"Was that a sound? Is the snow shifting? Get off of me so I can go look. Hmm, odd, there's no movement yet I could have swore I heard something. Maybe it was just you shifting and I didn't notice."

"There's that damn noise again, stop moving around, it's keeping me up.

"It's lighter in here then it was before. Maybe I'm dying and this is the light of heaven coming upon me. If I die in here, promise my mother that she'll know I loved her, even though I left London. And take Aoko out sometime, if you don't hurry up someone else will come along and take her away. And don't let anyone catch you either. I still can't believe it took an avalanche to get proof of who you are. Now no one will never know because I'm dying and heavens calling."

"So bright, why does heaven have to be so damn bright? And why is it taking so long to die? Wait, I hear them, the sweet angels calling out to me. I didn't know angels speak Japanese, but then I guess they would, being the first of creations."

"Why do they just call my name over and over? Why can't they just come here and take my soul? You hear that angels?! Come and take me already dammit!"

"If I'm dying, shouldn't the cold be fading? So bloody cold, I can see my breath even. It was amusing at first but now I just want to die. It's already been too long, my body is too weak to go on, and those angels are still calling to me...they're getting louder now at least."

"What was that?! It sounded like something banging on the door. I wonder...perhaps a branch got stuck and the shifting snow is forcing it against the door? No, that would be a scratching sound and this is distin...holy mother of disco Jesus! The door just fell in! It's Nakamori, and oh lord he's got Hattori-san with him. I'm never going to live this down."

"All clear, sir. We've recovered Hakuba and he's in the ambulance on his way to the closest hospital. He doesn't look good sir, I think we just barely made it in time."

"Anyone else in the cabin? I heard reports that Kid was near him when the avalanche hit. We haven't collected any other sign of the bastard."

"Sir, there's a body in the den. It's hard to say, but it could possibly be Kid, though I couldn't tell you for certain. Couldn't tell you how long he's been dead but judging from the wound on his head I would say a fair bit, the blood is heavily iced over."

"How can you not tell if he's Kid?!"

"He's...well, he's only wearing his boxers, sir. The monocle's there in the room but nothing else. No hat, no suit, no cape. The ME's in there now if you want to discuss things with him."

"How is it?"

"Not good, Nakamori-san. With this damn cold and the cabin covered in ice, it's almost like a freezer in here. There's minute evidence of decay, they obviously had a fire going, judging by the decay, the fire and the time spent, I'm thinking the boy might have been dead since the avalanche. His wound is a fatal blow, and there's no evidence of a fight or of him simply falling."

"So...my detective has been stuck here with a dead body since the avalanche eight days ago?"

"I couldn't say for sure until we perform an autopsy, but...you might want to have a psychologist on standby at the hospital."

"Do we have an ID yet?"

"Not yet, we have to wait until we take him to the morgue to get fingerprints. I can tell you he was at least, the criminal known as 'Kaitou Kid', there's an indention on his nose and cheek, similar to where the monocle would have sat on his face."

"Can I...see him?"

"Go ahead, I've finished my exam and just waiting on transport."

"This is..."

"Do you know him?"

"I thought...I thought I did, but now...maybe I didn't know him as well as I thought."

Fin