All you need to do is say a couple of words, bat your eyes, and flip your hair. Truly, it is really simple to get someone her own age's attention with the simplest of things to do. Of course, a simple smile and asking for what you need from that person will more than likely get you what you want.

But. She did not like using these pathetic tactics and preferred to use her brain and use her words to outsmart someone. But here she was, and she wanted to keep a low profile. And the easiest way to keep a low profile was to act dumb and go with the flow.

Candystripers, or Junior Volunteers, is what you call them. She had seen two teenagers passing by her window, and she knew that they were up to something. So she thought, "What the hell!" and she knew that she could use them to get herself out of her.

And that was what she did. Of course, she had to give them her phone number and another few details and a potential promie of a date or something else.

"Ugh!" she said.

They were cute and all. They were, however, far too easy to dupe, and she would rather...And she was thinking too much again. For some reason, she was thinking of Kaitou Kid, or rather the perverted Kuroba Kaitou, who had popped into her head. This was a tactic that he would use, and she did not like the kind of moves that he had made.

Or it would have been a move that her mum would have made. And this thought made her smile, and this could be a good thing. She knew that the only thing that her mum and herself had in common was their potential to get into or cause chaos easily. At least she had something in common with her, and it turns out, flirting with someone was one of them.

So, right now she was making a jail break out of the hospital, wearing a candystripe outfit and pushing a trolley cart with all her belongings in it.

She had to spend the last couple of hours volunteering and pretending that she was a student doing her hours. I filled in charts and helped people with whatever they needed.

She was in pain and the only thing that was keeping her standing was this stupid cart, and if it was taken away from her, she would likely pass out in pain. But she was not going to let that happen. She had already called Agasa and she had told him that she was a bit delayed. But she was sure as hell making it out of here, and she wanted to do it alive and without a scratch. But she knew that was unlikely to happen, given the recent events that had already happened.

Her ribs were hurting, and she was starting to see stars. She needed to sit down and do it quickly.

Using all of her strength, she was able to put one hand on the cart and the other on the wall. And with all of her might, she was taking a drink from a water fountain. It was one of the most refreshing drinks of her life, and it was so refreshing. She licked her lips, getting every drip of water that she possibly could. She then removed herself from the water fountain.

And now she was sitting on a bench, taking a break. Pretending to read a magazine as she was watching Lois Lane, of all people, being kicked out of the hospital by the security, while shouting at them and taking names and getting her storey at the same time.

"What are you reading?" said a male voice.

This voice made her jump.

"...?" was all she could say.

As she turned around and stared at the man who was talking to her,

It would be best if she pretended she did not understand a word he said and pretended that she did not speak a word of English. But she knew the chances that she could not fool him and that he already knew that she could.

"I am sorry," he said politly.

The man was tall. He was taller than he seemed to be, as he was all hunchedback and was hiding behind his glasses and his own newspaper. He looked like he was shy and embarrassed at the same time.

One look at Lois Lane and one look back at him, and she knew that he was the same guy at the airport as before. She knew who he was, and she did not want to play any games.

He said shakily, "I mean... I did not mean to scare you," he said shakily, as he pushed back his glasses and smiled nervously.

Shinichi just decided to look back at the magazine and started to actually read it. Great! Another picture of Superman. And he was grinning like a fool again, much like the guy that was right beside her.

She could feel his eyes were on her and his attention was far too focused on her. And she did not like the feeling that she was getting from him. He was making her feel far too uncomfortable.

She scooted one space away from him, without saying a word, making it clear that she did not want to talk to him.

You look a little tired. I do need to be rude. But you... do not."How are you feeling?" you injured?" he was asking her with great concern in his voice.

Ah! Mr. Kent, "said a male English voice."

And this voice startled the both of them into almost submission.

Shincihi did not dare look up.

"Alfred," said Kent.

Kent stood up and immediately shook hands with this man named Alfred.

The two men started to chat. But all she could feel was the old man's eyes clapping on her. This old man was not going to let her out of his sight. Somehow, she felt like she was Christie again and was in trouble with Ran. It's like this man was some kind of parental figure.

And without knowing this, "Alfred" managed to get this man, of all people in the world, to walk away. He walked away as if he had his tail behind his legs and did not dare look back.

"And you must be Miss Kudo!" said the English man.

Shinichi just stared up at him, confused and annoyed. She was annoyed that somehow she had been discovered.

"Tch," she said, annoyed.

The sound of heels clicking She already knew the sound of those heels clicking because they were familiar and all too annoying.

"Dr. Thompson, I assume," said Shinichi as she heard the doctor approaching from behind her.

She was not sure what was about to happen, but she knew that she was not going to like it. And she knew that she was not going to like it. Shinichi knew that her pulse was racing and she was starting to sweat because she could feel the sweat dripping from her forehead. Her sweating was quite visable and her breathing was quite loud as well. She was dehydrated and tired, so tired that she could sleep in a coma for three months.

And then she passed out from the pain.

She really needed to stop passing out.