When his left shoulder began to ache, and his right shoulder wasn't much more comfortable either, L rolled onto his back with a deep intake of breath. Something had disturbed his sleep, and now he couldn't seem to get comfortable. Something was off. It didn't help that he had been unable to sleep beside Haneul that night, whose serene thoughts would normally ease his mind into a gentle slumber—Sungkyu and Sungjong had already occupied the beds on either side of her. He sat up and scratched the side of his head tiredly, then paused, noticing the emptiness a few blankets down from him. Haneul's bed was empty. Glancing around, he noted that all the other members were still fast asleep.

     It's the middle of the night, he thought to himself with a frown, Where the hell could she possibly have gone?

     With a sigh, he dragged himself out of bed, mentally shaking his head. He knew he would never even bother to get up if it was anyone else missing.

     Checking the kitchen first, which was empty, he eyed the door, which suddenly drew him towards it. Before he knew it, he was stepping outside, and there sat Haneul on the corner of the building where she always liked to sit and look at the sky. He stared for a moment longer than he had intended to, taking in the site of her beautiful wings that shimmered slightly in the moonlight.

     Without a word, he joined her on the deserted rooftop, leaning back against the concrete parapet. Like second nature, he reached out to grab her hand, knowing it was easier for Haneul to communicate telepathically than to try and put her thoughts into comprehendible human words. But she suddenly drew her hand away, wrapping her arms around herself. L watched her carefully as she rested her chin against her knees.

     "Do you like the moon?" she asked out of the blue, peering up at the large, natural satellite that glowed in the sky, "I've always found it quite pretty."

     L followed her gaze, and it occurred to him how bright it was that night. "Tonight's the full moon," he realized, "Did the sisters' potion work? Or…did you even take it?"

     She simply nodded, "I saw the palace again."

     Haneul had begun telling Infinite about her visions, and L had heard about this palace many times by now.

     "I think I must have spent a lot of time there. The gardens, the library, the halls—they were all beloved places to me, and that's why I'm remembering them," she said, but her eyes were distant, her voice waning.

     "Is there something else?" he asked, reading her expression carefully.

     "I saw my parents," she said, barely a whisper.

     L blinked, not sure what to say. He wasn't good with the whole comforting thing. "That's…good," he tried, but he could tell something was still bothering her.

     "I saw my parents, but…they were like strangers," she furrowed her eyebrows in frustration, "I saw their faces. And yet, even though it felt so real encountering them, it's like I still don't know who they are."

     Haneul shivered and slid closer to him. The soft down of her wings tickled the back of his arm as they brushed against his exposed skin, and L suddenly found her arm linked tightly around his. For once, her thoughts did not sooth his mind, nor did they ease