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Amy curled her legs up under her and leaned against Karrie, resting her head on his shoulder.

"How can I help anyone learn how to use magic? I only recently got a handle on it myself, and I'm still learning. And how can I teach her to ask permission first when she can't even speak really?"

She turned her head and looked up at Karrie. "Will you help me, please, since you have experience with this?"

Amy smiled softly at Karrie. "That's a good idea. Thank you, sweetie. Maybe Velcore can help Kits and I, too."

((lol, I have decided that he's actually just Nightcrawler. wink xd ))

Amy nodded and stood up from the couch. When Karrie stood up as well, she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked a little nervous.

"So... does it look that bad?"

Amy chuckled softly and wrapped one of her arms around Karrie's waist as they walked into the kitchen.

"Well, hopefully you won't have to. Maybe I can get Thistle to change it back or at least dye it a purple. Not sure. Though maybe a change for a little while is a good thing... Eh. I don't know. I'll worry about it later."

She walked over to the baskets and started helping Karrie and Velcore put the groceries away.

By mid-afternoon, Daniel had spied a couple of useful items lying about that would be easy enough to get his hands on, but he wasn’t sure it would be enough. Of course, not being familiar with the internal components of much of the gizmos around the place meant he didn’t really know what needed either. He was about to start poking around in the less than public spaces when he ran into Billy, his first orderly.

“Ah! Billy my boy! You’ve returned. And well rested I hope. Did you enjoy your days off?”

Billy glanced at him ruefully, but with less of the strain that had been there earlier in the week.

“I did yes, though I can’t say I was exactly looking forward to coming back. Though I hear that you’ve been behaving slightly better. Or at least less spastically.”

Daniel nodded gleefully, as if Billy had paid him a grand compliment.

“Oh yes. Well, there is only so much one man can do to attempt to lift the spirits of an entire building worth of manic depressives. But I still try.”

Billy smirked as if he didn’t believe Daniel.

“Would that be referring to your little escapades of going where you shouldn’t? You know, just because they put the tracker on you and told you not to leave the grounds, didn’t mean for you to go everywhere else.”

Daniel just shrugged and smiled, spreading his hands wide.

“I just don’t know Billy. I really don’t mean to, but hey, what can a guy do?”

Billy came over to stand beside Daniel, and put a hand on his shoulder.

“A great question Daniel. For the time being, you get to come with me. The director wants to see you.”

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Daniel tried not to fidget under the Director’s stare, but just standing still when he was alone was hard enough. At the moment he wanted to jump out of his skin and go running down the halls, screaming. The director shifted the glasses on his face, and looked down at an open file on his desk. Finally, the Director took of his glasses and set them aside, before closing the file and looking back up to stare at Daniel once more. Daniel felt like an eternity had passed before the man chose to speak.

“Well Mr. Doe, it would seem that the results are in. Finally. And while you do manifest many common symptoms associated with amnesia cases, it is the conclusion of my staff that there is nothing else wrong with you. In fact, quite the opposite. You show to be intelligent, resourceful, cunning, and sly. Your constant forays throughout my facility alone have been proof enough of that. But include the tests that we have run, and the observations that have been made, and one can only come to one conclusion. That though you do not possess all of your memory, you possess enough of yourself to put on this elaborate charade. And no one makes a mockery of me or my work.”

Slowly the Director stood behind his desk, his fingers steeped on the desk’s surface. His neutral expression quickly slid from his face and was replaced by one of angry satisfaction.

“And so, with great pleasure, I am releasing you from this facility. As of noon tomorrow, you are someone else’s problem.”

Daniel couldn’t hold his emotions from his face any longer, and the look of confusion and worry only made the edges of the Director’s mouth flick upward.

“What? But, no. No, it’s not time yet.”

“Mr. Doe whatever you may think, I am in charge here. And I am running neither charity house, nor homeless shelter. You will however be handed off to one that will help in finding you something to do until your memory returns. Should it ever.”

Daniel looked down at himself, and then back up.

“I don’t even have any clothes of my own.”

“Yes well, you can keep the ones your in plus the filthy stuff you came in. That should be sufficient until the shelter can deal with you.”

Walking around from behind his desk, the Director produced a miniscule key from his pocket. Taking a hold of Daniel’s wrist he slid the key neatly into a small hole on the bracelet, which promptly popped open.

“Mr. Sheldon, please escort Daniel back to the patient’s wings. And make sure he doesn’t try to cause any trouble in his final hours with us.”

“Yes sir.”

Daniel turned to go without any prompting from Billy. He wandered down the hall while Billy followed a few paces behind given him some space. Absent mindedly, Daniel rubbed his wrist where the bracelet had been. He felt conflicted. This was what he wanted, to be somewhere else, and yet he had told the Director that it wasn’t yet time. Daniel finally nodded to himself. He was glad to be moving on, but he had already set a task for himself here, and now he had a deadline to beat. He just hoped he could find everything. With a determined look, Daniel strode on, paying Billy no mind.