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"Ran! Hello, are you there?" Ran snapped out of her daze. "Honestly, you should pay more attention when someone's talking to you!" Sonoko scolded. Her face took on a sly, knowing grin. "Were you daydreaming about your husband?"
Ran blushed furiously. "O-of course not! And Shinichi is not my husband!"
"Riiight," her friend drawled. Her expression changed to something more serious. "What is wrong with you? You've seemed really out of it lately."
Ran sighed. "It's nothing. I just had a really weird dream last night."
"Oh? Do tell," Sonoko urged, eyes sparkling. "Anything about your husband?" Ran resigned herself to the ribbing, knowing it wouldn't do any good to protest anyways.
"Well, mainly they're about this bright red phoenix. You're there a lot, and so is Shinichi." She paused. "Sometimes that little girl Conan-kun is friends with is there too." Sonoko's brow furrowed in thought. She then shrugged care freely, a smile erasing her previous pensive expression.
"Ah, it's probably nothing. C'mon, I heard there's a great deal on shoes at the mall!" Dragging Ran along, Sonoko chatted a mile a minute, though inwardly she was in a turmoil.
Yessss! I found Miaka-chan, I found Miaka-chan, Nuriko chanted mentally in a singsong voice, floating on cloud nine. Well, I'm pretty sure, anyhow. Who else would have those sorts of dreams, hmm? No one other than the Suzaku no Miko, that's who, Nuriko! The willow seishi's mood changed. But how do I help her regain her memories? It's not like before with Taka; there are no stones, no scroll to enter. Arrrgh, this is so confusing! I'll have to call Mitsukake later. Maybe he'll have some idea of what to do.