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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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"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."

Spike blinks, before his brows come down in a frown.

"...Okay, I know I'm young but I'm not stupid, Conan," he says. "I've spent most of my life in a library for pete's sake. What's really going on?"

Conan hesitates and looks away. When he answers at last his voice is heavy with guilt and burden.

"Nothing you want or need to know about. Trust me on this. Its my business from home and I will take care of it."

That tone only serves to make the little dragons concern grow.

"But Conan, I'm your friend, and where I'm from, friends look out for one another," he says. "We help with each other's problems and it makes any burden a lot less heavy to carry around."

He shakes his head stubbornly. "No, Spike. I'm not letting you get involved in this. You're a kid, okay? I wouldn't let the detective boys back home get involved in this either."

"And you're not?" Spike was confused, and a little angry at being shoved aside, just as the ponies did with him when danger threatened. "Because last time I checked, you're one too."

"I'm already involved. No one else has to be." He doesn't answer the question.

"I- "

And he breaks off as he hears the familiar sound of a helicopter approaching. Conan freezes in horror for a moment as he realizes exactly what that could mean, in this place.

"You have to get out of here. Right now!"

Spike freezes, looking up at the sky. He hasn't actually SEEN a real helicopter before. Only the ones that appear in his ever increasing collection of video games.

"Conan, seriously, what's going on?"

"There's no time to explain. You have to leave! Right now!"

Conan is hastily looking around the observation deck as he calculates angles and material durability with the speed of raw panic.

"That closet!" He starts shoving Spike toward a door in the rear of the space. "Get in there! And whatever you do don't let anyone know that you're there!"

"Are you insane?" asks the dragon. "If something dangerous is coming, you've gotta hide too!"

"I know what I'm doing!" the detective snaps. "But I can't pull it off if I have to worry about someone else out here."

"What is it with you and jumping into danger all the time, seesh!"

Spike looks at the closet.

"What'll happen to you if whatever it is that's after you catches you?"

"If I'm lucky I'll be dead." He rattles this off almost absently. "But if I do this right I can keep this from getting any worse."

Conan deliberately ignores the first question. He'd never had an answer that would satisfy it, anyway.