Petshop of Horrors, Count D/Leon, earned 3/3 I'm not a detective, Leon wants to say. But he falls asleep before he manages more than "'M not--"
He doesn't dream, for the first time in months. And when he wakes up, he's alone. No monkeys. No D.
But his bag is on the bed next to him, and the clothes in it smell clean. On top of the bag is a slip of paper that smells faintly of incense, with one word on it: Tokyo.
Leon stretches. Yeah, it wasn't a dream: his ass hurts too much. He grins at the ceiling anyway and gets up. Gotta get dressed. Then back to the town, find his friend with the puddle-jumper. He's got a plane to Japan to catch.