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The odd sense that something was wrong had been nagging at the back of Light's mind for days now. Something was wrong, obviously, he was shackled to the World's Greatest Detective 24 hours a day after spending months in solitary confinement in a futile attempt to clear his name. That would get to anyone, and the stress of the Kira case had added so much gray hair to his father's head in the last year that it was amazing that he hadn't had a second heart attack and died. Yes, something was wrong. Kira was loose and had the entire world at his mercy, no one could afford to help them and so it was up to Light and L to save the world on their own.

A lot was wrong, but the uneasy feeling that something was wrong-wrong weighed on him when he woke up in the morning and started glancing around the room for something, or someone, without really knowing what or why. It was like trying to grab onto a wisp of smoke, which only dispelled it faster.

But this time Light woke up in the middle of the dream. In the middle of the night. In the middle of their shared bed which L rarely bothered with himself. Light lunged for the wisp of smoke and this time caught something solid. He sat bolt upright, staring wide-eyed into the darkess. "Ryuuzaki!"