As soon as A's gone, Light spins around and folds up on the counter, holding his breath, pulling himself back together. Stupid. Stupid. What's happening to him? - well, he knows exactly what's happening, doesn't he? Everything's too loud, too bright, too immediately real and painful. Time to hide.

When he gets back to his room, Matt is still sleeping; Light places the bag quietly on the table beside her, before leaving her asleep and sick in his bed. He won't be back.