The days past and we didn't get any more leads. Currently it was dark outside about 11 o'clock. Everyone was in bed asleep but I was up playing with my toys. I needed to work out what Kira's next move was. We had forced him into a position were he couldn't move because some of the task force suspect him of being Kira. So what will he do now? What Hope said about that Misa girl made perfect sense. I had no doubt that it was true, but even so she couldn't really do much else for Kira. Being in the media has it's perks but it also means that she is in the public spotlight a lot, Kira can't use her for much. It is possible that Kira will pick a new Kira, a third one. This one will have to have a clear sense of justice and be able to move easily. Maybe Kira has already planned all this? Maybe he has already chosen? If he has there wasn't much we could do put keep a close eye on those that support Kira. There was a loud creak outside the door. I stood up and went to look. I only opened the door a fraction to see who it was. I saw that it was Hope, walking around in her pyjamas. I opened the door more and stepped put into the hallway.

"Hope?" I said making her turn around. Her eyes were large and glowing redder than usually. She looked scared and her face was drenched in sweat. "What's wrong?" I said moving closer to her. She back away from me when I tried to touch her shoulder, was she scared off me? I pulled my hand back feeling hurt and worried. We both stood there in complete silence. I didn't know what to say, she looked so scarred but she wouldn't let me comfort her.

"I - I'm so...sorry you had to...to see this...Near." She stuttered, her voice was croaky and not like her usually soft voice.

"Just tell me what's going on." I said.

"Nothing...really I just...had a nightmare. There's nothing to worry about. I just need...some water."

"Well, let me get it for you." I said. I slowly walked passed her and saw her flinch away when I came close to her. I tried to hide how sad it made me fell to see it but I didn't do a good job of it. Hope silently followed me to the kitchen were I poured her some cold water. She sat in the chair sipping it quietly. "May I ask what it was about?" I asked wanting to know. She looked at me with wide eyes.

"Um...it was a dream were we lost to Kira. I walked into the main room and...everyone apart from you was on the floor covered in blood, Mello and Matt were there dead on the floor too. Blood was everywhere and then the police came to take me a way. I screamed and cried but they didn't seem to hear me. The dragged me all the way back to the cell were they kept me for so long. Before they left I saw them bring you in and stand you in front of me. You were all cut up and barely alive. I tried to reach out to you but you smacked my hand away. Like there was something wrong with me. Then a man wearing a mask came into the room and claimed he was Kira. Then he pulled out a gun and shot you in the head." She was sobbing now. Staring at her glass of water with tears running down her face not even wiping away the tears. "Then they locked me in and I was left all alone again." I couldn't help it anymore I walked around the table and hugged her before she could do anything. She tensed at first and then she relaxed and hugged me back. She cried silently into my shoulder.

"It's okay Hope we will catch Kira. You don't ever have to go back there."

"But when this is over, what will happen to me then? Will I do back to Wammy's house?"

"You will stay by my side." She looked up at me with surprise written all over her face.

"Really? You will let me stay with you?"

"Yes, of course. If that's what you want."

"I do, honestly I do." She said smiling even though her eyes were streaming.

"You faced your biggest fears in that nightmare didn't you?" Hope nodded.

"Yes, I don't fear death. My Mama always told me that when we are born we only have one thing that life guaranties us and that is that some day we will die. What I do fear is the people I care about dying and me still being alive to live with the pain and going back there."

"I understand that but can I ask you a question?" She nodded. "Why did you only see me die in front of you like that?" Hope looked at the floor. I could see it in her eyes that she knew the answer but it looked like she didn't want to tell me.

"I can't...I can't bring myself to say it." She said quietly. Say what? I thought. Then she looked up at me. "There is a reason and I know the answer to that question. I have known for a long time but for some reason I can't say it out loud yet. I'm to scared of saying it out loud because that means it's true. Maybe some day when I grow braver I will be able to say it to you, but not right now. I'm sorry Near, I just...I just can't right now." Then she gingerly kissed my cheek. She pulled back and smiled at me. "Maybe that will tell you better than my words can." Then she quickly left. I stood in the kitchen alone, I touched the spot were Hope kissed me. As I thought about it I felt warmth spread through my body. I liked it, I like the way it felt. Was that weird? I wanted to kiss her back but it was so quick that by the time I realised what happened it was over and she was gone. Why did I also get like this when it came to Hope? I found it so easy to keep a calm head when around everyone but when I'm around her I change completely. Hope was right about what she said the other night, when it was just us I was different. I said and did things I never would if it were anyone else. What was it she couldn't say? She seemed so upset that she couldn't say it, like she was disappointed in herself that she couldn't say it. What was it? Why didn't I know? I had to find out. I looked out the window and realised my heart was beating so fast in my chest I thought it might burst. I didn't hurt but the feeling was one I didn't understand. Maybe there is something wrong with me? No, that wasn't it. With everything that had happened tonight it made it clear to me. That my feeling for Hope were strong and different from the way I felt about everyone else. Perhaps I really was in love with her? And if I was, what will I do to show her? Does she feel the same way? Maybe that was what she wanted to tell me...