Leon Kennedy.

I think we need to have a conversation about this business going on in your world - or whatever version of it the shit has hit the fan in.

Loki, I think this little experience has helped me realize how much I don't need to forget anything that's happened here, regardless of how much it may hurt to remember, it's worth it.

Which leads me to the point of this post. You can all stop freaking out. Thanks to Rufus and Dark, it appears everything is back to normal.

You have no idea how good it is to be able to fill out my clothes again.

Hey, Nero.

First off, realize that you're usually the last person I'd go to for help, but I think you'll understand the situation better than anyone. This friend of mine, name's Sam - you might've seen him around the community.

Anyway, I think you need to have a talk with him about how you figured out how to control your arm.

Consider it a favor. I'll owe you one. Please?

[ voice ]

...

[sighing is heard]

Leon, I'm sorry I was acting weird about that secret. I'm an idiot.

...Uh, yeah, I think that's just about it.

[Lady's making faces as she walks in the biker bar that Hakuba's mirror had shown her - mostly because she's more than a little disgusted by the demons making eyes at her.

She's not sure if they're looking for a meal or a hot date, and she shudders to consider that it might be both. Either way, her attitude improves considerably when she spots Trish at the bar. She heads over, shoving more than one slimy demon out of her way in the process. She taps the bar to get the bartender's, and Trish's, attention.]

I'll have whatever she's having.

Rufus, you know those dinner plans we were going to make?

Postponed indefinitely - Leon's got some stuff to take care of. I'll let you know if/when the situation changes.

Bruce Wayne is having a party on New Year's and I would like to go, but I don't have a date.

Who doesn't have plans for New Year's yet?

"What do you know, the bartender was right." Lady's voice carried well through the empty building, compensating for the fact that the woman knew better than to get too close to Vergil - especially right away. "Really, you've got to work more on hiding your trail, I've only been looking for a day or so." The offhand harassment was doing a good job of keeping her voice from cracking into the angry, betrayed tone that she would have liked to take. It kept her from voicing more than ten years worth of hatred and blame.

It had taken her the first ten hours of her search to leave that behind so she could civilly inquire to his whereabouts. Eighteen hours spent in two cities and more seedy bars than she could count with all her fingers and toes led her to the dingy, abandoned building where she didn't doubt Vergil had spent the night.

Vergil, I'm going to give you a little bit of advice. Run.

As fast as you can.

And pray to God you're faster than I am.