He was the world's top three detectives. He could solve puzzling crimes with analytical ease. And he, L, was hopelessly lost. He stood on a chair, and with several curious people looking on, did something very uncharacteristic. He straightened up, his spine protesting loudly with several pops, and scanned the room for a certain someone.

"Up to 12 percent for abandoning me," L muttered. "Stupid Yagami-kun." How was he supposed to know to listen to Raito to stay put? Who knew that the smell of cookies was so alluring? And what self-respecting genius gets lost in the mall's food court?