Misa holds her head high and her shoulders square as she walks out of the house where she'd spent the last nine years of her life. Outside is a cacophony of lights. Ambulances, police cars and even firetrucks have assembled to watch the destruction of her home. Not to mention the people behind the barricades, who are watching and filming on their phones.

Misa almost makes it to the ambulance, when she hears her name. She whips around and sees Jeff struggling against four men that are trying to cuff him. She races over to him and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He gets one arm free and wraps it around her. "Easy, poppet."

"Jeff, they took everyone," she whispers brokenly into his neck.

"I know, kiddo, I know." He whispers. Then, he switches to rapidly whispered Japanese. "You be the Little Mistress, alright? Do not let them see you cry, and never forget that I will always come for you, no matter what. Do you understand?"

She nods and lets him go, her makeup still perfect, still in place. She doesn't want to lose her friends, but seeing Jeff made her feel better.

"And another thing, Little Mistress," he says, straightening up as they put cuffs on him. "Never forget who you are." HE says, softly, in Japanese, and then meekly follows the police, putting him into a car.

She takes a shuddering breath and then walks back, sedately to the ambulance. "I'm ready."