As they drove to the hotel, Milo familiarized himself with the surroundings, taking in all of the buildings of the area. He looked in the direction that Xiao Yu had gestured to, and even though it was dark, he was fairly sure he could see the building she was talking about.<i>7:30 then, room 242. </i><br/><br/>"Is that a date then?" quipped Milo with a grin. "I'm not much of a ladies man while on the job dove, but I'll see what I have planned for tomorrow okay?"<br/><br/>He watched her drive off, and walked into the hotel, looking for the front desk. As he walks up to the desk, a bored man looks up, and asks for a name. After a small exchange, he got his key, and went to his room. As the door swung shut behind him, he walked to the bed and laid down, falling asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.<br/><br/><i>"Everybody, seat yourselves." Even as An Bo watched, the children stopped, looking up and around the class, then finally settling on him. One of his favorite students sat at the front of the class, as always, eager to learn. The poor girl lost her parents, and is raised by a lonely old lady who helped provide food to the school. She'd often stay after to study harder, and An Bo never minded helping the girl.</i><br/><br/>Milo awoke with a start, the dream seeming all too vivid, sweat dripping down his brow. That little girl, she was familiar, the same way Xiao Yu seemed to be. It irked him, and the headache had come back with a vengeance. He looked over at his clock.<br/><br/>4:12 a.m. Wonderful. He showered, ate a small snack, and tried to sleep again. Milo had always been a strange child, and had told his parents of memories he never had when he was a child, things he couldn't remember now, the only thing he couldn't remember. As he grew up, his mind seemed to become more stable, until his photographic memory became apparent at the age of 7. His dad was a policeman for the Hawaiian police force, and Milo had always looked up to him, but never wanted to be held back by the force's limitations. He went through years of training and remembering all the right things to become a private eye, and it felt right to him.<br/><br/>Something about the way it felt right for him to become a private eye was like how it felt to be around Xiao Yu, the way calling her dove seemed to roll off his tongue. The way something about Yi Long felt wrong. He couldn't tell, but it felt more than instinctual, like he'd known it longer than he could remember.<br/><br/>After all the time he'd spent thinking, it was soon 7, and he started walking to the building he'd seen last night. He walked in, and asked to meet with the person in room 242, and started walking.