Dr. Martin Jensen walked into his office that morning, ready for another day of hard work and some people-cracking. He was a psychiatrist, who specialised in helping people, who's conditions (problems) made them shake in silence.

He hadn't been into work for a week because he had gone away on a family trip for his daughter's piano recital in Washington, DC. For his age, 36 years old, Martin wasn't a too-strict for his own world kind of person. If he wanted something done, he'd wait until you'd done it.

One of his co-workers, Annie Jones, walked up to him. She was shorter then him so she had to look up as she spoke, "Dr. Jensen, your absense has taken a toll on our speed. We've gotten three new patients since your departure." She held a bunch of files closely to her chest as she raised an eyebrow as thought suggesting something.

He looked down at her and casually smiled, "Anything for me?" he asked, taking a small glance at the stack of papers.

"If you'll follow me." she instructed, walking off into a corridor as he followed closely behind.

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"She hasn't spoken to anybody, only to herself when no one else is in the room. We've been listening through the micro-devises that were planted in parts of the room. The stuff that she says... doesn't make any sense." She shook her head as she spoke.

The pair stood in silence for a few seconds whilst they watched the lonely brunette wander around in her almost empty room as she brought her right index finger up to her lips and trailed it along her bottom lip.

Martin frowned, "Do we have any ideas of what's wrong with her?"

"None whatsoever. We've had Collins on the case while you were gone but, he couldn't get anything out of her. Just words that didn't fit together."

He nodded, walking closer to the door and placing his palm against the handle. "I want him to help me with this. If we can't get anything within the week... we'll name her a lost-cause."

Annie nodded, scratching her shoulder. "I'll get Collins and we'll be in the monitor room." She told him. The man didn't reply, he just glance into the room one more time before entering.

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He pulled the chair out of the corner, the bottoms of the legs screeching against the tiled floor. Placing it about a foot from the door, he sat down and opened his notepad and brought out his ball-pen. Scribbling down a few words, he closed off his pen and looked up, taking mental notes of the girls' movements.

She was sat against the bottom of the bed, her bare feet pushed up against the wall infront of her. She was wearing a blue gown and her hair looked slightly greasy but the dark curls were still noticeable.

"Mrs. Bolton." he started, tilting his head to the side as he spoke and observed her, "Is that your name?" It was a simple question.

"How... I wonder,"

Martin narrowed his eyes, taking in her actions. She moved her hand from her chest to her stomach as she quietly sang the words. She creased the gown up at her stomach with her left hand and her right hand rubbed her shoulder.

"Do you want to talk to me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

The brunette finally turned her head and acknowledged his presence. She sweeped her hand across her face and closed her eyes shut tight, "I've lost... I've lost.... I've lost!" Tears spilled down her cheeks as she screamed the last word.

He got up from the his seat and walked over to her, "Stay calm,"

Her eyes snapped open as she felt him get nearer to her and she backed away, rising to her feet. Moving back towards the small window, she spoke again, "No! He's broken... you took him." Slowly closing her eyes again, she slid down the wall as she silently cried, "Troy..."

Martin frowned, "Who is Troy?"

She breathed aloud, "I've lost..." she repeated again.

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"I want you to search for a Troy. Whoever he is, he's got something to do with this and want to know what."

Dr. Jack Collins moved around in his seat, turning away for the monitor, "We can't just search for a 'Troy', we're gonna need more than just a first name. Did she give you anything else?"

The younger doctor thought for a few seconds, before snapping to one of the computers and openeing up the Internet.

Annie sat down in the seat and got ready to type, "What've you got?"

"Troy Bolton. I want Facebook, MySpace profiles... anything. Whatever we get, we hack."

"You got it."

After searching a few pages, they found a successful result for 'Troy Bolton.'

His MySpace profile.

The picture showed the face of a young man or rather a teenager in his later years. His profile showed that he was 19.

Jack looked over and something caught his eyes, "Hold it, don't move the page." He leaned closer before pointing his finger on the screen, "There,"

"It says he was last active on here on February 14th, 2009."

"Exactly. And his relationship status,"

"He was married-"

Martin cut in, "...to Gabriella Montez.

Annie nodded, blinked with gulp, "They were married."

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-Jess, xx.