"It's nice to finally meet you," I say.

It surprises me that he's noticed the change, since not many people do. At the same time, I'm surprised it's taken him this long.

Dr. Light inches warily to the cusp of the couch.

"We've met before," he points out. His manner has completely changed – it's almost hysterical.

Using his fear, I bounce onto the cushion next to him, prompting good ol' Doc' to leap out of his seat.

"Yes, when I drugged your tea. Somehow, I don't think that counts".

I'd be kidding myself if I wasn't having fun right now.

Around us, the blank walls hug our words into an envelope, providing space for our little undisturbed pocket of the universe. Dr. Light might have run for the door and I might have let him. But he stays, poised as a shadow amongst the white.

"How you doin' there, Harvard?" I smirk. He holds his hands up, assuming some half-hearted gesture of humanity will stop me.

"You can't be here. You have been subjected to the relevant tests – all of which came up clean".

Well, that wasn't really his greatest conversation starter.

"You really know to compliment a girl," I say. Dr. Light scowls momentarily.

'What are you doing?' Brilliant. Now Alice has joined the party. This is the last thing I need right now.

'You have to be with me on this,' I tell her. She wants answers, doesn't she? She's not the only one.

The Foundation destroyed my life too.

"You stole those files. I want them back. Tell me where they are". It's better in these situations to get straight to the point.

"I don't have to tell you anything," he replies.

"Did you return them to the Foundation? Why do you work for them? What do you get out of it?" He still doesn't answer, but I can see him eyeing the phone by his bag. Our stares lock.

"They're going to want to know of any new developments". Light is practically talking to himself and I reach for the phone. Two can play at that game. Just as I'm about to retort, an ear-splitting voice sears through me.

Alice's voice. Stronger than mine.

I'm gone.