The message was never delivered to Tentei.

He felt like a petty detective instead of a high military man. One disappearance. No witnesses. Two contradicting reports. Needless to say, Kenren's version was the more reliable one.

Strange times indeed.

Tenpou squinted harder at the lettering, comparing one note with another, then with another and yet another, until...

"Dammit Tenpou!" Lately, 'dammit' seemed to be his first name.

"Yes General?"

Kenren stood with his arms crossed at the study's entrance, puffing angrily at a newly lit cigarette. "I thought told you to stay put."

"I'm staying put." replied Tenpou matter-of-factly.

"I meant in bed."

The marshal smiled as sweetly as he could manage at that point. "I thought you didn't like frigid partners." But this time Kenren wasn't amused.

"I don't. I just don't want to take you while you're injured. So until you're better..."

"I'm not injured. Meandering in dank, dark castles is just a cold waiting to happen."