No jury would ever convict you," Hanasuki added, before tucking the notebook and pen away in her pocket. "Well, it was nice to meet you all. We are very sorry for your loss…Have a good night."Riso nodded and left with her, leaving Light alone with his parents."Mom…dad…" Light started, looking at them, his eyebrows tilted up in the middle in a look of desperation, "I…""No, Light," Soichiro said softly, "It's like they said, Light, it was an accident…don't apologize."Sachiko looked at him, and then back at Soichiro and then cried into his shoulder again.Hours later, a long time after visiting hours had ended and Light had choked down his hospital dinner, he was staring at the white ceiling while a rerun of the eleven O'clock news played on the old television set in the corner of the room. He sighed, and tried to sort through a few things that he must have had trouble remembering. He remembered hitting his head, and he supposed it was attributed to that.Why had he really put that trap in the drawer? He knew what he told the police, but he also knew it wasn't completely true. That diary was nothing but uninteresting recordings of his day to day activities, he would never go so far to hide it. The man that had been following him was following him for the Kira Case, he knew, but he didn't know how he knew. He also didn't even know why he knew the man was following him. One day he'd been clueless, and the next he'd known the man had been watching him for quite a while. He must have hit his head pretty hard…His parents told him that his room had been mostly burnt to a crisp, his clothes, his school bag and books, his bed and most of his desk was charred. He would stay in the hospital for a few more weeks and he'd have to take pain pills for a while if he wanted to function normally, and of course, he would always have a scar, which the doctor had told him covered 22 percent of his body, but other than that, it shouldn't disrupt his plans for his future.