Daisuke didn't seem dead, so that was good. Benjamin wasn't much for cops. Not that he had anything against them, but he definitely didn't want to get arrested for Sonya's actions. He seemed fine, actually. Which, in itself, was really impressive. But that wasn't the only thing that caught everyone's attention. Very suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, a rocket was launched. Lord save this child. He thought to himself. Pink mist rose from Daisuke rather than an explosion. Soon, however, he stood up and Ben found himself relieved. His hand, which had been squeezing his bicep while his arms were crossed, loosened and he hadn't even notice it tighten. But he wasn't the same. He was tall. He was broad.
He was making pancakes.
After a quick bout, Sonya explained what had happened and he took her word for it. She sounded insane, but he felt inclined to take these events as real. Of course, this could all be a dream. Probably not. But what happened next was not quite expected. Daisuke had run his mouth for a minute but he was quickly interceded by a man they'd yet to meet. He was called father by the Japanese ki- man.
"Excuse me momentarily; Mr. Honda, is it?" Benjamin said, having eyed the man's sword, it was easy to assume he was in on all this. Besides, he mentioned cover. "I suppose you're associated with Ms. Sonya, yes? Would you mind so much as to tell us who exactly you are to our situation?"