"Where are we?" Light asked.

The edges of Ryuzaki's mouth twitched. "You don't recognise it?".

Light looked around. The light green walls... the dark coffee table... the orange sofas... it all seemed farmilar...

The room in the Imperial Hotel.

"Yeah, I remember! The Imperial Hotel."

Ryuzaki smiles. "Yes."

"Why are we here?" Light asked.

"You see, Light, we are still in Japan."

What?

"We can maake ourselves tangible, but it's very tiring."

"Wait, we're still... here?" Light asked.

"Yes, Light-kun."

"What about Misa?"

"She is still alive. In fact, she's right here in this hotel." Ryuzaki replied.

"She is?"

Ryuzaki chuckled. "You ask an awful lot more questions in death than you did in life, Light."

"I suppose." Light sniffed.

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"Room 30." Ryuzaki stated breaking the silence. Light took a deep breath that he didn't need, being dead.

Light gasped. Misa sat, crying on the edge of the bed, glass of absinthe in her hand and pills spread around.

Still crying, she forced another handful of pills into her mouth, followed by another gulp of the strong alcohol.

Making a face, she whispered Light's name and slipping to the ground.

"Misa," Light whispered. Her head shot up.

"Who's there?"

Light looked up at L, hunched in the doorway.

"She can hear us?"

"Light? No, no, you're dead! And soon I will be too." Misa cried, hazel eyes clouded from the strength of the alcohol.

"Yes." L replied.

"No! No, not you too! You're dead! You're both dead! Just leave me alone! Leave me alone so I can go!" Misa sobbed.

"How do I make her see me?" Light hissed to L.

"Just push yourself into her mind. Make her see." L instructed.

"Light!" Misa slurred, her eyes crossing slightly.

"Shh, Misa, it's okay. Just slip into the darkness."

Misa Armane died that night.

Now they wander, going from place to place together, missing the little things, but living life again.