And here he thought Ratchet was bad. He never, ever, for the rest of his very long life wanted to go through something like that again. All the poking and prodding hadn't been fun- being in his, what was it? Underwear? Yes, that was it. Being in his underwear had been even less fun.

But the diagnosis was good, at least. And he was pretty confident he could wait a week with no problem. (Though the fever had him a bit worried- mostly because he wasn't sure what that was.)

That last bit confused him a little, however. So far as he could tell, being within three feet of Naomi warranted homicidal rage from Tanizaki, but he chose not to comment on it.

"Oh, this is kind of a weird question, but," he opted for instead. "Can I use the phone?"