"That was Benedict." The girl's hair jumped up with excitement. "He's the best detective in the whole wide world! One day, I'll be as good as he," she dreamed out loud. "I still need to learn a lot, though."
"A detective? Why was I at a detective's place back then?" It didn't matter how hard he tried, all Storm remembered was that faceless shadow and that photograph... "Why do I feel I've forgotten something important?"
He wanted to ask Roxanne about it, but she didn't act like they'd already met: why would she call him 'Storm', if she knew his real name? The old man is the only one who holds the key to this mystery. "I'll wait untill he comes back."
"Do you like it?" Roxanne interrupted his train of thoughts.
"Wait? What?" The boy hadn't got a clue what she just asked.
Seeing his confused face, the girl repeated the question: "I'm going to make sushi. Do you like it?"
Half lost in thoughts, Storm nodded. He vaguely felt saying sorry for being absent minded, but he really didn't know how to sign it in a way she'd understand.
"It will take a while to make." The girl handed over a bell. "If you need anything, ring and I'll be here in five," she said before leaving the room.
He put the bell on the coffee table and crawled back under the blankets. Staring at his reflection in the silver bell, Storm dozed off.
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