Kairi knew Rukia hadn’t gotten enough sleep – if anything, she had been only out for a few minutes … maybe twenty or so tops. She couldn’t really tell here – time was a strange thing.

“It’s not dinner, Rukia,” the young girl whispered, a frown crossing her lips. “The fight only happened a few moments ago. We’re under lockdown. They’ve locked the door – we’re in here until they let us out.” Whenever that would be.

Her frown only deepened at the comment about her hand, and Kairi let out a soft sigh. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me, really. It’s you who I’m worried about. You’re all bandaged up. Last night you were …” a pause, and she continued, “Well, fine, to say the least. What happened to you last night in that time when you left the room?”