Okay.

So, since no one is commenting, I shall bait you...

With a short bit from Alex's story!

*Cheering*

So, here you are...

This is Misty Kilgore discussing Alex with her coworkers.  Enjoy!

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“If you really want to find someone, what do you do?” Misty prompted.

“Check the database.” Volans supplied. Misty shook her head.

“No. No, you need to stop thinking like a HEART agent and start thinking like a normal civilian.”

“Google.” Agent Towers corrected.

“Sure thing. I found, on the website of The Institute of Mental Health, a little line that says that one Alexander Cathal is currently working the front desk.”


"Alex? Our Alex at the front desk of a crazy-house?” Agent Towers suddenly roared with laughter, causing more than a few of the assembled to jump in their chairs. “I’m sorry, it’s just...you’re sure?”

“I double checked. It’s our own scarred, angry Alexander.”

“We told him to get a job at the Kreon Cineplex.” Volans said angrily. “I know I was the one who told him, but even if he had a problem with me personally, it shouldn’t have translated to directly disobeying orders.”

“He might not be directly disobeying orders.” Agent Towers suggested. “Maybe he’s trying to tell us something.”

“Like what?” Volans was skeptical.

“Oh, come on, Volans. Guy’s working at the Institute of Mental Health. The crazy-house of the entire Eldeenecaps region. What kind of message does that send?”

“He’s lost his marbles?” Mr. Ross proposed.

“Or Loulabelle has a mental problem.” Agent Towers added. Mr. Ross didn’t agree.

“If something was wrong with her, he would put it on the forms.”

“Or something else is wrong. Maybe he hasn’t made contact with Agent Icyk.”

“We told him to initiate communications. Is there a possibility he can’t find him?”

“I have another theory.” Misty announced over the melee.

“What might that be?”

“I want you to think back to the night of the memory-extraction, Mr. Ross.” She said softly.

“What about it?”

“Where was the practitioner?”

“Well, he was unavailable. His assistant performed the procedure.” Mr. Ross reminded her.

“I want you to imagine that something went horribly wrong.”

“Misty...”

“I want you to imagine that instead of only several selective months of his memory gone, he lost large blocks. Undocumented three month chunks. Years, maybe.”

“No.” Mr. Ross denied her ideas outright. “No, that isn’t possible.”

Misty pressed on.

“Imagine that Alex is missing years...say, five to seven years. He wouldn’t know anything about Loulabelle, or Kathleen, or HEART. He would have woken up on that train without a clue.”

“With a military mindset.” Agent Towers added.

“And no idea as to who Loulabelle was or what he was supposed to do with her.” Misty confirmed. Volans rolled his eyes.

“We’re getting the child documentations, remember?” He shook his head. “Really, Misty.”

“They aren’t real.”

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TTFN

M.K. Wissler