The American shivered at hearing the Doll Collector's name.  Memories flashed through her mind of that time.  The things she'd been forced to do.  Joy swallowed and hesitated before giving a little nod.  "I...I should be all tough and all, but, yeah.  It's...reminding me of...things.  But it's all right.  All the more reason to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone else."   She paused then, "Uh, just how much did Fukami tell you?"<br/><br/>Aika was right that the place was quiet.  "Yeah, the place is closed down tight.  Too bad.  Kids should be learning, having clubs, falling in love and-hey!"  There was movement, a person!  She hadn't seen a person but she was sure that motion had been someone drunning around the corner of the wall.  There was the sound of a door opening and then thudding shut.  "Not so quiet after all!"  She broke into a run, breasts bouncing almost obscenely, following the path the barely seen figure had made around the wall and then rushing to the nearest door.  If it opened, she would throw it wide and rush into the darkened school.