[It feels like ages since he's seen Nakama -- in his mind, it's been weeks. Conan's smiling as he responds to the video feed. He's still wearing the too-big shirt and has forgotten to remove the sensors, but he's seated at a table and there is a glass of juice in front of him, so someone is taking care of him.]

Nakama-neechan! It's okay -- I was asleep a really long time is all!