Bakura had stopped in a few times during the day, the normal start of the day, lunch, then after school briefly to complain and sulk that they were making him go see a new shrink and he didn't want to go.

Two hours after, Bakura sent a text.

"I was right. Expect us in about 15 minutes."

And indeed, 15 minute later there was a knock on the door, a somewhat uncomfortable looking Bakura accompanied by his grandmother who was smiling all too cheerfully carrying a sizable bag with a large Japanese logo across the front.