"Alisa!" Mr. Wammy rushed to Alisa's side, "I heard the news…I am so very sorry, Alisa…" He knelt down and held Alisa's right hand, since Terry was holding her left hand. "It's okay Mr. Wammy" Alisa smiled "I'm fine! See?" She formed a funny grin that showed her teeth. "Oh, Alisa. You always bring the light in things." Mr. Wammy stood up and glanced at Terry.
"Terry! You've grown quite big!" Terry smiled and stared at the ground. "It's just been a week, Mr. Wammy." Mr. Wammy laughed. "A week can change anyone, Terry." Terry giggled. Mr. Wammy would always bring laughter to the castle. That's what Terry and Alisa liked most about him.
Mr. Wammy sighed and took the luggage Terry was carrying. "Come on, Alisa. It's time to go." Alisa hugged Terry one last time and took Mr. Wammy's hand. Alisa and Mr. Wammy got into the limousine, leaving Terry with an empty castle. "Good bye, Alisa."
As Mr. Wammy drove the limo, Alisa played around with the ice next to the wine cabinet in the back seat. "Mr. Wammy? What's a Bordeaux?" Mr. Wammy chuckled at the girl's curiosity. "A Bordeaux is a brand of wine, Alisa." Alisa picked the bottle up and tapped it twice. "It's so full!" "Mind you, it used to be fuller." Alisa turned around to see something hiding in the shadows. It looked like he was hiding back there on purpose. "Hi?" The black figure emerged out of the shadows. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, and light blue jeans. His hair was overly spiky and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week.
"Hello. Alisa, I believe?" Alisa observed him for a while. He seemed to have a notepad in his hand. Without a second thought she assumed he was a Pedophile. "Mr. Wammy! There's a pedophile back here!" Mr. Wammy lowered the window that was separating the back seat and the front seat. He laughed for a little while. "Alisa, he is no pedophile." Alisa looked up at the man with the notepad and the bags under his eyes. "Then who is he?" The man stared back intently "I am L." Alisa immediately apologized for her silly behavior. She knew exactly who L was, and calling him a pedophile wasn't the right way to start getting to know him.
"I am so so sorry! I didn't know the letter L looked like you! Please don't banish me into the land of no education!" Mr. Wammy laughed and slid the window back up, leaving a giggling L and a confused Alisa. "I'm not that L. I'm the detective L." Alisa scratched her head and L waited patiently. Finally after 5 minutes of thinking Alisa remembered who L really was. "You're L! You're the greatest detective in the world! I can't believe I called you a pedophile!" She buried her head in her hands. "I am SO sorry!" L laughed and petted Alisa on the head.
How in the world could she have forgotten! She's admired L's detective work ever since she was 6! "A very amusing princess you are, Alisa." L's voice broke Alisa's chain of thoughts. She removed her hands from her face and looked up.
L was now sitting on the comfy leather seat next to the wine cabinet. He was motioning Alisa to come sit next to him. She slowly walked to the detective and took a seat next to him. "Alisa. I hope this isn't uncomfortable for you, but I need you to tell me what you saw that night." Alisa looked at L with wide eyes. "How did you know?" L smiled. "This is the least you can expect from me, Princess. Now tell me what you saw. Tell me what you saw the night your parents were assassinated."