Gentatsu opened his eyes only very slowly.  He had been on his way to find the Tendo Dojo when...  He gave another slight groan as he the dull pain in his head subsided, for he could tell what had happened.  Then his eyes began to focus on the people who were gazing down at him.<br/><br/>Angel.  Old man.  Panda...  Angel.  Old man... Panda?  With a sudden yelp he scrambled away until he plastered himself against the wall with an expression that was not less than bewildered.<strong>"P-P-Panda?!"</strong><br/><br/>It took him but a moment to compose himself and organise his thoughts, to realise that he was not in heaven and that the old man and panda had been a cruel joke.  He had obviously been taken into a home and the panda was a family pet, albeit a remarkably well trained one.  Getting to his hands and knees, he bowed low with great humility and offered his apologies:<br/><br/><strong>"Forgive my poor manners honoured hosts.  My name is Makashima, Makashima Gentatsu, and I humbly thank you for taking care of this one's body whilst I lay unawares."</strong><br/><br/>He afforded himself a small raise of his head and lowered it, his face heated at seeing Kasumi.  With a loud cough, he checked himself and sat up straight.<br/><br/><strong>"Forgive my impolite request at having just arrived to your residence and asking so, but perhaps you have seen this villain?"</strong><br/><br/>He held up a scrap of paper, upon which had been drawn crudely with charcoal a small diminutive figure carrying a large sack, far to large for his own body.  Sharp teeth and a forked tongue had also been added for effect.