"So you're Ran?" Conan asked, pointing to her.

"Yes, and you've been living with me for about a year."

"How come?"

"You're parents are overseas, and you needed a place to stay."

"And I'm Conan?"

"Yes, Conan Edogawa," she said, sounding like she was trying not to cry.

"So this is a hospital right? What happened?" Conan asked, blinking as he looked around.

"We got in a car crash seven days ago. You were hurt really badly."

"Wait, you mean I've been passed out for seven days?!"

"Yes, and we were all very worried about you."

"Who was?"

"My parents, and all of your friends."

"Oh... I'm sorry I worried you," Conan's voice got quieter as he gripped the blankets tighter in his small hands.

Ran paused, not wanting to start crying in front of Conan. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're alright," she said as she hugged him again. "So you really don't remember anything?"

"Not really, I remember that I like detective-y stuff, but that's really it," Conan shrugged.

"Well, that's one thing. Yes, you are a little detective, just like Shinichi Kudo," Ran smiled warmly, but seemed to be looking through Conan instead of at him.

Conan froze for a second, his demeanor changing completely. "Shinichi...Kudo?"

"Yeah, he's my childhood friend, and a famous high school detective. You and him seem to be pretty close."

"Why does that name seem so familiar...?" Conan asked, talking to more himself than Ran as he put his hand on his chin. "Hey, how old am I?"

"Seven."

"Wait... seven? I thought I was older than that. Or at least I feel like I am."

"You are very mature for your age, if that's what you mean. You're very smart too."

"No... I mean, I feel like I'm older than that... Do you have a mirror?"

"What?"

"A mirror. I want to see what I look like."

"Oh, sure. Hang on," Ran searched her school bag for anything that could be used for a mirror. Finally, she found a compact that had a mirror in it, and handed it to him. Conan looked over his features with confusion and fascination.

"I sure do look like I'm seven..."

"Is there anything else you remember?"

"Um..." Conan searched his mind as he handed the compact back to Ran. "I can't think of anything..."

"Well, let's see... you're a detective geek, you like running around and sticking your nose where it shouldn't be, you're smart, perceptive, kind, reckless, and you're a lot like Shinichi in your mannerisms."

"Do you think that this Shinichi guy could help me remember some stuff? I mean, if we're so similar, maybe I'll remember something from talking to him."

"I don't really see him much anymore. He's running around Japan solving cases, plus he hasn't been...picking up his phone..." Ran said, suddenly remembering the strange events of last night that she had forgotten due to the excitement of Conan being awake.

"Conan-kun? Do you remember anything about Sherlock?"

"Sherlock? Why?"

"Because I know you're a big fan of him."

"I guess I remember those books. Actually, I remember a lot now that I think about it," he laughed, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"Yeah, just like Shinichi... what about, maybe... playing games with your friends?"

"Um... no... not really..." Conan said, looking almost in pain from trying to remember everything.

"Don't worry about it," Ran waved her hand. "I'm gonna call Dad and tell him you're awake."

The phone rang as she leaned against the wall, and Kogoro picked up.

"Mouri Detective Agency," the man grumbled through the crackly phone, obviously drunk. Again.

"Hey dad, it's me. Guess what? Conan-kun woke up!"

"That's great. You bringing the brat home?"

"I kind of need you to do that. Plus I need to check with the doctor to see if it's okay."

"What? Really? Ugh, fine. Call me when you know." The line went dead.

"I'm going to go see if we can bring you home, alright?"

Conan nodded, and Ran left him in the quiet, white room. He sat there for a few minutes, pondering things. Who was he? Why did some of the things that Ran told him not feel right? Why did the name Shinichi Kudo sound so familiar? Was he really that close with the teenager? Enough so that he recognized his name over Ran's; the girl he had been living with for almost a year? He couldn't figure it out. Everything just seemed so... off.

Conan's train of thought was broken by the sliding of the door, and Ran entering again with a sullen look on her face. "The doctors said they want to keep you for a couple more days to monitor your health. We'll be able to take you home on Sunday."

"What day is it now?"

"Friday."

"Well, alright then," Conan smiled at the girl. "I guess you're heading home then?"

"I probably should. I need to make dinner for dad," Ran sighed. "Well, good night. I'll come visit you tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Conan smiled and waved as Ran started to leave. But just as she was about to close the door, she paused.

"Hey Conan-kun? Can you see alright?"

"What do you mean?" the boy asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Well, you're not wearing your glasses, so I just assumed everything was kind of foggy for you..." Ran said, gesturing to the side table.

"Glasses...?" Conan raised an eyebrow as he looked to his side, noticing the big black-rimmed glasses sitting on the side table. Grabbing them, he slipped them on over his nose. "I don't really see much of a difference... weird..."

"Oh well..." Ran said, seeming to be deep in thought. "Good night."

"Bye Ran-neechan," Conan waved again.

For some reason, when she left, he felt somewhat empty in that quiet, lonely, white hospital room.

***

Conan lay in his bed that night, starring at the dark, unlit ceiling, going over everything Ran had said. Maybe there was something that she lied about? Maybe there was something about him that she didn't know?

He huffed in frustration, "Geez, why does everything seem so off? Why do I feel so odd about everything? I mean, I am Conan Edogawa... aren't I?" Conan sat up and pulled at his hair, hoping he could remember something. He hid is face in is knees as he tugged and tugged, hoping to pull a memory or idea out. He may have sat there for hours had a hand not rested on his shoulders, making him jump slightly. He looked up quickly to see the kind face of a nurse with a couple pills on a tray. He was surprised to see that she had blonde hair instead of the common brown or black color.

"Hi Conan-kun. Are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just sort of frustrated since I can't remember anything. It's really annoying," Conan laughed, waving his hand around awkwardly.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could help more with that, but with amnesia, it's just a matter of time. Don't worry, you'll remember everything eventually," she patted his head. "Anyway, I have some medication for you to take."

She handed him the pills with a big glass of water, and he took the pills without much of a fuss. "Thank you."

"Have a good night Conan-kun, I'll be in to check on you in the morning," the nurse waved and left, shutting the door behind her.

Conan sat there starring at the door for a moment, and unconsciously went to adjust his glasses. But as he grabbed the rim, he was very surprised to see a blue map pop up. So startled that he jumped a little, throwing his arms back to catch him on the bed.

"Wha- what the heck?"

Conan grabbed at his rims again, pressing down on the side, making the blue screen disappear. "Whoa..." he whispered, clicking the map on and off. As he sat there playing, he felt a sudden wave of sleepiness wash over him. He quickly took his fancy spy glasses and placed them on the table next to him, next to a red bow-tie.

He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

***

"Conan-kun? It's time to wake up," Conan woke up slowly to the face of the smiling nurse. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up and yawned. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Better, I'm not as sore," Conan said sleepily. "Hey, do you think it would be alright if I walk around the hospital?"

"I think the doctors would prefer you stay in your room, but feel free to walk around here if you need to stretch."

"Okay..." Conan sighed in defeat. He watched the nurse as she prepared his medication, noticing that something about her seemed vaguely familiar. "Hey, Aunty*? Do I know you?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, tilting her head as she handed him his glass of water.

"I don't know, you just seem vaguely familiar..." Conan narrowed his eyes like he was trying to focus on just her.

"Well, in all honesty, you've been in the hospital a couple times," she laughed, handing him a few pills. "Maybe that's why you know me."

"I have? Really?"

"Yeah, you're somewhat of a reckless kid," she paused. "Or so I've been told."

"Ran-neechan mentioned that yesterday," he said, looking down at the pills and water in his hands. For some reason, something inside his gut didn't seem to like the situation.

"Well, take your medication so you can get better quickly," she smiled, waiting patiently for him to do as she asked.

He paused for a moment, but knowing that she wouldn't leave until he took the pills, he finally did so.

"See, now you can get back to being Cool kid," she said, waving as she left the room.

Conan froze. "Cool... kid?"

There was something about that nickname that didn't set right on his mind. The worst part; he didn't know why.

Hey! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Already working on Chapter 3, but that might not be up until this weekend.

Again, please review! I'd love to hear your feedback!

Clarifications:

*The term aunty is used in translation from oba-san, which means aunt, although is commonly used by children when talking to adult women.