Kano was yanked from his murky dreams by a crash in the main room. His mind snapped to alertness, though he kept his posture perfectly relaxed and casual. He rolled over with a languid stretch, peering into the darkness. There was an still form on the opposite bed; apparently the noise hadn't woken Seto at all. Kano wondered if he'd dreamed it. But no, there were more scuffling noises down the hall, and coming closer.

He slipped out of bed and made his way to the door, at the very least putting himself between the noises and his sleeping friend. A sense of deja vu was tugging at his mind, and he had the feeling it was the thing to do. He pressed himself against the door frame, blending with the shadows and peeking out into the hall.

There was an unidentifiable figure in the main room. It looked like they'd trashed it, probably searching for money or something of value. Kano noticed a small glass jar, now in pieces on the ground. It was the jar Mary used to keep her earnings from selling flowers. A grin spread across his face. What a pathetic burglary this was.

The figure had stopped in the hall, apparently convinced a hanging picture was concealing a safe. Finding that guess to be incorrect, they let the frame crash to the floor. Kano was reminded of the severity of the situation, though he kept the grin on his face.

The shadow moved closer, and suddenly Kano realized he couldn't hide from it forever. He could use his ability to blend in with the wall from a distance, but he wasn't Kido, his powers didn't hide him from sight eternally. A thrill of genuine terror ran down his spine, the most honest thing he'd felt in ages. He pressed his palm to the wall, feeling a slight shiver in his hands.

The figure seemed systematic, methodic. Chances were it would check the boys' room first, since the girls' was further down the hall. This was good, he felt, but couldn't seem to articulate why. It felt like his mind was stuffed with cotton, as he struggled to process the situation still with the same smile on his face. The shadow moved closer, and then suddenly it stopped. Kano stared.

A hand clasped his shoulder, and he jerked around to see Kido, hand in hand with Mary, whose eyes were glowing a bright red. The intruder didn't move, frozen by her abilities.

"Help me carry him out," Kido said, her whisper too-loud in the quiet. She didn't ask why he hadn't moved. She didn't ask him anything.