Riku didn't take his time getting there, but he by no means did he rush, either. There was no point in letting an egotistical demon think Riku was at his beck and call. The teen still made sure he had whatever supplies his oversized pockets could carry before he left. Experience proved to him doing otherwise wasn't smart. Plus he never knew with Mao.

At a gait fast enough it indicated he had somewhere to be, Riku finally arrived at the hospital. He waved at Mao, or rather, as much as he ever waved. He looked about as much like he waved as he was stretching his wrist. Riku looked up at the dilapidated hospital. Somehow he wasn't surprised.

"Whatcha got in mind?"