How long had it taken him? How long had it taken for Kaito to trudge through the snowy path of Kazeyama. The cold and wet breeze slapped Kaito's face as he persevered through the rough forest of Tsukinomori. The rough moon glanced down at the wet trees creating a shining light in the dark blizzard. Surely Kaito was home now right? He peered through the brown logs in front of him as if they were some sort of window. Why had it taken so long? The rough winds pierced through the warm layer of cloak around his body. How bad had the storm gotten? Things flooded Kaito's mind as the blizzard revolved around him. How would he get back like this?