Heiji opened his eyes, then sat up with a cry of surprise. Hadn't he just been walking around the darkened halls of the Institute? He had... he knew it. Strange, he didn't feel tired at all. But he'd run around all night! Swung around a pipe! He should be feeling some sort of fatigue, right?
Thoughtful, Heiji pulled out his journal and began to make notes on what he'd discovered so far. He was going to crack this mystery if it killed him.
"Harley~!" His nurse sang, waltzing into his room. He groaned.
"Man, that name is really getting old!"
"You should be proud of your name, Mr. Hartwell," His nurse scolded. She threw a bundle of clothing at him. "Bus number one, on the double!"
Minutes later, 'Harley' sat with his arms crossed and his eyebrows knit on the bus, sulking. Fortunately, he was used to the clothes he was given--loose jeans, a t-shirt, and zip up jacket. If only he could've gotten a hat.
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Thoughtful, Heiji pulled out his journal and began to make notes on what he'd discovered so far. He was going to crack this mystery if it killed him.
"Harley~!" His nurse sang, waltzing into his room. He groaned.
"Man, that name is really getting old!"
"You should be proud of your name, Mr. Hartwell," His nurse scolded. She threw a bundle of clothing at him. "Bus number one, on the double!"
Minutes later, 'Harley' sat with his arms crossed and his eyebrows knit on the bus, sulking. Fortunately, he was used to the clothes he was given--loose jeans, a t-shirt, and zip up jacket. If only he could've gotten a hat.