[center][color=9e0b0f][i][h3]Dante[/h3][/i][/color][/center]
In the comfort of his hotel room, Dante had felt relief, it had been a somewhat turbulent experience, traveling, he meant. For someone who was as unused to crossing such large distances through air and sea, he had been fascinated as he watched the clouds in the sky, the land below becoming ever so tiny, and the ocean become a canvas of pure blue color, splashed with the occasional landmass here and there.

And yet, he briefly recalled getting into trouble due to his own clumsiness in communicating with people, and almost missing the flight because he got distracted and wandered around the place. Language hadn't been a trouble, since a few of the languages in their vast repertoire, though restricted to the most commonly ones, but he could manage with that. 

Arriving to Hawai'i had been an experience in itself, but he enjoyed the journey from the airport towards the hotel, zoning off while watching the gorgeous scenery surrounding him. Regardless, once the hardest part of the journey was done, he found himself at relative ease while going towards the front desk, doing the registering process, and finally heading off towards his assigned room.

But... he felt wariness as he looked at the note in his hands. He hadn't initially noticed it, too excited to get some rest in a fluffy bed, and had only realized when he threw himself into the bed and felt an odd sensation on his abdomen upon landing. Still, he sighed and got up from the bed, intending on following through with what the note said, because maybe it was something that his parents had arranged for him to see? 

As he went outside, however, he marveled while humming at the storm happening, the wind was relatively calm for the situation, but he could tell it would pick up soon, and he faintly heard the rumbling of thunder and brief flashes of light happening within the dark sky above. Still, he had to keep going and arrive at the [i]ballroom[/i] as instructed, but as he did so, something strange happened.

The trees swayed violently, the wind howled, thunder clapped in the distance and a flash of lightning left him seeing white for a brief moment, and after a few seconds... he saw that further ahead in the hallway, a room remained with its door open, even when he briefly recalled that a minute ago it had been closed. Feeling a bit of curiosity, he peeked into the room from the doorway, but all he saw was the sole remaining source of light, the television, turned on and filled with static images, along with a faint buzzing noise.

Normally he wouldn't be so rude, but he felt something from within urge him to head inside, and thus, he did so. From what he could tell, the entire room was a mess, the sofa's cushions were strewn in the ground, the TV remote was in the sofa, appearing as if hastily thrown, but what caught his attention was a shining object left in the floor in front of the sofa.

He knelt, picked it up, and felt a sense of shock wash over him, but one quickly smothered by nostalgia and joy. A white compass with silver outlines and engravings of a clock and gears was what he held, and as he slid his finger over the center of the backside, he faintly felt it. Although faint, probably due to someone sanding it down and then covering it again, his sense of touch could tell that the initials [i]B&D[/i] remained on the compass.

Dante had an inkling of what had happened, or rather, what could've happened, but quickly shook his head and stored it in his left pocket while briefly and lovingly caressing the lighter that was in his right pocket, which contained the initials [i]D&B[/i]. He embarked on his journey once more and finally arrived at the ball room without much fanfare, initially glancing at the people chatting but decided that he really didn't want to interrupt in their conversation, so the somewhat tired, but still functioning boy opted towards going for one of the less crowded areas of the room, leaning against a wall and almost peacefully dozing off while doing so.

But a single thought remained inside of Dante's mind. Ah, this must be fate.