Yukito had barely had a chance to register that he'd traded places with his other self before he hit the ground hard enough to drive the air from his lungs and leave him momentarily stunned. He could hear yelling, for a second thought he heard his name, but then - it was gone again.

Waking up in his room had been no less confusing, though Yukito wondered just how long he'd been gone this time. The cut on his back seemed to be fully healed, and there was another cut he didn't even recall getting, but it was still almost completely gone. It was very unusual for Yue to take over for such a long period of time, but then, it was odd for Yue to leave him in the middle of danger.

When the nurse arrived he tried to ask her about how he'd been injured, but she only tut-tutted at him about how they had to hurry and get ready for the "field trip." He'd finally given up and just dressed in the odd-looking brown suit he had been given, even more baffled than before.

But still, they gave him food. Not a lot of food, though, much to his disappointment; Yukito managed to devour most of it before even boarding the bus to which he'd been led. He perked up at the sight of a familiar face and paused to motion at the empty seat beside Argilla. "Good morning, Argilla-san!" he offered, cheerfully enough. "Mind if I sit here?"