Curacao wasn't sure whether what she'd had was a sweet dream or a nightmare.
Maybe she'd seen far too many police officers lately. She'd actually dreamed that she had become a valiant policewoman, leading her subordinates on a thousand-mile pursuit of Uzo after he'd slipped up and exposed himself.
Perhaps her subconscious believed that as long as she sent that guy behind bars, she would be safe. As an Organization member, Curacao had been exceptionally dedicated to playing police officer in her dream.
But Uzo was fast, elusive, and cunning. She had exhausted herself leading people after him all night without catching him. Only in the end, in a maze of tangled alleyways, did she finally grab hold of his fox tail.
Yet the moment the alley chase scene began, she hadn't run far before Uzo misled her, and she stepped straight off a cliff.
Dream-Curacao had no time to ponder questions like, "Why is there suddenly such a deep cliff in a Tokyo alley?" Just as she had had no time earlier to consider, "When did I become a police officer?" At that moment, all that remained in her mind was the image of Uzo standing atop the cliff, looking down at her against the light.
In the dawn as the sun rose, the cunning criminal smiled at her. "Rest well. Have a sweet dream."
That voice, which sounded gentle at first, perfectly overlapped with the "blessing" she had heard last night.
Curacao's heart lurched. Her pupils dilated with fear, her hand slipped from the little tree growing on the cliff, and then she suddenly began to fall...
With a thud, she hit the fluffy carpet in the hotel room.
Curacao sprang up, only then realizing that the incredibly real sensation of falling had come from accidentally rolling out