[ The door swings open. Midnight follows, closing the door behind them. He sighs, his shoulders loosening a bit. Sweet freedom. It really was a good thing that neither of them were claustrophobic.

Midnight pats his pocket, making sure both the eye and the jar of sugar are still inside, then laughs. ]

Glad that leg of this adventure is over. I think this calls for a drink.

[ He turns to Mr. Kitsuragi, slowly meandering his way back out to the lobby, walking backward. ]

Join me. I'll continue my little story, mm? For your time and trouble, I'd say... you should stop me if you get bored, and we can talk about something else. Take your mind off of all this, mm?

[ Midnight grins. Either he has an incredibly good sense of humor about the uncomfortable parts of his own past, or he also finds his own stories boring. ]