Ryunosuke, who has been through the wringer as of late, would not be surprised if he'd started getting auditory hallucinations now, on top of everything else. Because that would be just his sort of luck, wouldn't it? A psychological malady on top of all the other things he's been dealing with?

He's wearily carrying in a stack of fresh blankets for the newcomers, when his huge ears swivel towards the familiar voice. Freezing in his tracks, he blinks a few times, rapidly, trying to temper his reaction before he dares to actually look.

As soon as he does, the blankets slip from his hands in his shock, flopping into the wet sand. A stammering yelp comes from across the cavernous space in front of the lodestone, loud enough to carry over the sound of rushing water.

"M... M-M-Mister HOLMES!?!"