longer sitting there crouched together, she was sitting straight, her back arched back and as if she was waiting for someone to give her confirmation. But, as was to be expected, no one had been here to say anything.
The girl sighed and dangled her feet on the floor. It all fell on her, just like that and only thanks to the rain.

My bad memories have completely suppressed the good ones, Ran said to himself. And on reflection, it really had been that way. Whenever one of her father's cases was negative, she tried to suppress it, but didn't let him get too close, but it didn't work out. And today, today she realized that every memory counted, even the worst.
But there were not bad ones either, there were also good ones, which where she met so many people, such as B. Sharon Vineyard, who sadly passed away in the meantime. And still, she couldn't let the bad memories get her down, she always had to think positively and also that she still had the good ones. She had met so many people, made so many new friends, she couldn't just forget that because of the events.
Now Ran felt better again, she had been completely herself and got up from her chair. Then she looked into the cold night and saw nothing. It was far too dark for anything to be seen. The only thing you could see were the many lights in the advertising windows, they were still shining brightly and seemed to the people who were going away at such a late hour.The street lights were glowing too, dimly, but they were still there. It had to be romantic when you were out with your loved one on such a night, could cuddle up to him and lay protectively in his arms.

Protective ... protection ... she felt that when she saw the strange man in the knitted hat. There was something serious about him and something that scared her, but when she thought about it, there was something protective about him, which wasn't just because he was with the FBI.
What was the matter with her? She could hardly think clearly now that she remembered what was then. She also kept thinking about this man, but why now? And why did he remind her of that evening when she sadly walked down the street with Conan. She cried and how she cried, she no longer wanted to be without him, no longer without Shinichi. And that's where she met him. He was just coming out of a phone booth and lighting his cigarette. Here she saw that he was a smoker.

"You're crying again," he said. "You're always crying," he added. The cigarette was now anchored in his mouth and he didn't even pull on it, rather he spoke these two sentences with Ran and was able to upset her.
Ran quickly wiped away his tears. His words were powerful for her and yet she did not want to agree with him. "What's wrong with that?" She asked. She had already forgotten that Conan was standing right next to her, all her attention was now focused only on the man.
"Nothing ... I just noticed," the man said, closing his eyes for a brief moment while taking a drag on his cigarette. Then he went up to the girl who didn't know what to say or think. He had done it, he had now completely confused her.
"You remind me of a woman ... one who always cries in the dark so that nobody watches her ... a very foolish woman," said the stranger and continued on his way.Ran couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe what he said and how he called a woman who cried, whether alone in the dark or in front of others. She was just about to say something when she pulled Conan out of her thoughts by asking who the man was. She quickly explained her suspicion to him.
When she wanted to turn around to continue talking to the man, he had already been gone, it was almost as if he had just vanished into thin air, he was just gone. Disappeared.
Just because.
Path.
Not here anymore.
Ran was now insecure, but she decided to go on with the little one, after all it would not help if the two were still standing around while the stranger was gone.

Only now did she notice that he had changed a lot, his gaze was even more piercing than before and his poisonous green eyes showed hatred, anger, but also loneliness, sometimes he had had something soothing, although he looked as if he would he can strangle you with his bare hands. She also noticed that his hair was different, he had it short and she had to admit it looked really good on him, at least better than his long hair, which she had expected.
It was like that back then, she remembered and wished she would like to see the young man in the knitted hat again. She had so many questions and she wanted to ask him all of them, she wanted to know who he was and what he was doing here, but also other things. The stranger, he made her so curious and Ran didn't even know why she felt that way. What was it about him that pulled her completely under his spell?

The girl was still looking outside, she was standing by the big window in the detective agency and perhaps should have gone into her room, doing something more important than sitting around and waiting, but the whole evening reminded her of that time. And the rain didn't stop, it was still there. However, it had become less, it was no longer raining water, it was just drizzling and still you could hear the patter of rain on the window.Out there she saw the glow of a stick, someone was standing opposite the detective agency, outside in the rain, and had just lit a cigarette. Even if Ran didn't know why, she thought the man who was downstairs was the stranger from back then. It just had to be.
Without even putting on his jacket, Ran ran outside, just went for it and soon she saw the glow of the cigarette. With a small smile she ran to the man.
"Wait," she called to him as he was about to leave.
"Please?", The man turned and looked into Ran's big eyes. He didn't look like the stranger, he was shorter than the stranger and also had blonde hair, a curly head and blue eyes.
"Sorry, I mistook you," stammered Ran. She had turned red and went straight back on the way.
This time she locked the door to the detective agency and went upstairs to the apartment, only to go to her room and lie down on the bed.
When will I see him again ... this strange young man with the knitted hat, whose face exudes such loneliness but also security?, the girl wondered and it occurred to her that whenever she thought about seeing him again, he was never there. But if she didn't want to, or didn't think about him, she met him by accident. At least it had happened that way once before.I hope ... I hope to see him again soon.