Kaitou paced nervously in the corridor. "I don't understand it! She was fine, everything was fine, it was a perfectly routine raid! What went wrong?!" Guron, the other thief to go on the raid, bit his lip anxiously and tried to comfort her, doing his best to mask his own uncertainty. "Look, nothing you did went wrong, nothing either of us did went wrong. How were we to know she'd pick up that thrice- damned cube? There were plenty of things in that shop, things of far more value than that, and she didn't go for any of them. That cube must be powerful, magical. It was probably calling to her, luring her in. Look-" he grabbed her by the shoulders, "we didn't do anything wrong! There was nothing we could have done, no time to stop her from picking it up! We brought her back, we didn't get caught, and she... she'll be fine! She'll wake up soon, I'm sure of it."

Avidita floated in some netherland of shifting color, the silver cube hovering before her. She tried to reach out, to touch it, but found that her arms would not move. She was transfixed, not even able to take her eyes off of the silver cube. Strangely enough, this situation did not panic her; she felt perfectly calm. But suddenly, her body tensed, and she would have gasped had she been able to. The silver cube had begun to grow! Soon, it had swelled to a foot or more across, and was so near to her, she wished she could move her head backwards. And... flickering within it's depths... pictures came. A place that bore resemblance to Concord, and yet not quite... a man being killed... fighting... a boy's horrified eyes, a fairy's swift magic... fighting... a woman with silver ribbons entwined all over her, in a crimson bodice and black skirt... fighting... fighting... death.

Avidita's eyes snapped open. She cast a frenzied look around her, at the rich tapestry on the wall, the draped red velvet and silver silk that identified this place as her own room, her own bed. Licking parched lips, she tried to call for Kaitou, but no sound came out. She tried again, and her voice sounded different, lower, and the name sounded different, unknown: "Yukio..."

And the walls of Darcy Mansion rang with low, desolate laughter.