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Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.

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Conan laboriously climbs back to his feet. He holds himself still for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he waited for the world to stop spinning.

He stares at Spike without comprehension at first, before finally looking away.

"Ah, hallucinations must be a side effect of the poison. Or perhaps this is because of the possible concussion. The blow to my head could have had that effect."

Spike blinks at that. It's not the first time he's been called a hallucination in Paradisa and he's sure it won't be the last, but he never expected Conan to say it.

"Bro, what are you talking about? It's me, Spike," he pauses. "You know, the ONLY little purple dragon you know."

He wipes the blood away from his eyes again with one oversized sleeve and stares intently at Spike. Something... there was some sense of familiarity here.

But he didn't have time to sort this out. That man was still somewhere nearby, and the traps and misdirections he'd left behind wouldn't fool the man in black for long.

And if they caught him? Shinichi was certain they wouldn't stop at leaving him for dead this time.

"...I'm leaving."

"...Just like that?"

This is wrong. This is so wrong. Spike glances they way Conan left, unsure.

"What's going on? Is somepony after you?"

Since Shinichi was still mostly convinced Spike was a hallucination he wasn't as cautious about sharing the truth of his situation as he would have been with an adult human.

"Aaah. They already poisoned me. Most likely they plan on finishing the job."

That makes the dragon even more confused.

"Who poisoned you?" he watches him, his concern growing. "We need to get you to the clinic right away..."

He pauses, looking around them. This is so not the castle and he is so very very lost.

"...Uh...wherever the clinic is."

"I don't have time for that," Conan snaps. "I doubt a clinic would be able to so anything for me anyway. I need to find a police officer who will listen to me."

"Ho can a police officer help you if you've been poisoned?" Spike's logic is flawless as far as he's concerned. "We've got to get you treated first."

"It was meant to kill me. I'm not dead." Conan thought that was enough of an explanation. "It's more important that I get this information to someone who can be trusted."

"Then that;s even MORE reason to get you to a doctor," geez, Conan, stop being so stubborn. "Conan will you listen to yourself? You have to look after YOU first."

"Why do you keep calling me Conan. That isn't my name." Because clearly this was the most important part of that comment.

"What do you mean? Of course that's your name," Spike was getting the feeling maybe his friend had finally lost it.

"Don't be ridiculous. Why would I call myself something like that?" He was annoyed at the interruption to his plans.

Spike was getting very worried now. Maybe he had amnesia or something...though that wouldn't explain the sudden change in setting.

"I don't know, it's YOUR name."

"It is not."

"Then what is it?" Spike folds his arms. "Because when I last saw you, that was the name you were using."

"My name is Shinichi Kudo." He crosses his arms. "And I don't have time to deal with this."

"...Okay the castle has definitely done something weird to you," the dragon replied. "And WHY don;t you have time?"

"I already said."

He turns and starts walking away.

Spike frowns, and follows, keeping up as best he can.

"You still need to see a doctor!"

"That can wait for later." Conan waves dismissively as their surroundings melt away and reform into something entirely new. If Spike had been familiar with Conan's world, he might have recognized the observation deck of Touto Tower.

Conan blinks as his memories return. "Spike? What are you doing here?

The little dragon looks around in confusion, where the heck are they even now?

"...Where'd that other place go?" he turns and smiles a little when Conan speaks however. "Oh hey you finally remember me!"

"Yeah, I-" He trails off as he recognizes the structure.

"How did we get here? I haven't been here since I was home."

He didn't really like to think about the last time he had been here. It had been one of the moments he still wasn't entirely sure how he had survived.

"You're...home?"

Spike has a bad feeling about this. A really, really bad feeling.

"A few minutes ago we were in some alley and you were talking about being poisoned and calling yourself by a whole other name."

Conan flinches as the memory of the last few minutes comes back to him. How could he even begin to explain that away?

"I... I clearly wasn't in my right mind." He smiles nervously. "I'm not Shinichi. Hes my distant relative."

He hastily changes the subject. "This looks exactly like Touto Tower. It was built in 1958 as a broadcasting tower. The structure is 333 meters tall and was modeled after the Eiffel Tower in Paris."