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Prologue

Everyone was waiting outside of the doctor's office. Despite the silence in the room, their minds were full of thoughts…and prayers. They begged whatever higher power there was, that their youngest agent could be cured. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the doctor came into the room. With a heavy sigh, he spoke.

"The medicine has had no effect on Spencer." Morgan hung his head; it took all his willpower not to let tears fall. "You promised that this will finally help him" he shouted. The doctor kept looking at the floor, "All my patients have been on this medication and all have had great results, this is the first time that the medication had no effect whatsoever."

"That's what the last TWELVE doctors have told us! There has to be something out there that can help him" shouted Hotch, tears finally breached his eyes.

The doctor looked hard at them, "All we can come up with is that, Spencer can hear, see and speak just fine. But something in his head is preventing him. This condition is a rare case for any trauma victim. Whatever happened to him, has made him like a hallow shell. He is trapped and only he can escape. There is nothing left that medical science can offer him. It can only go so far."

The team felt like a sharp knife was stabbed in their hearts. All hope for his recovery rests with Spencer. Yet so far Spencer has yet to respond to anything, and it has already been a month.

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Inside the examination room, Spencer was sitting on the table. He was still and kept staring straight forward at the wall. His face was a bit pale, he had dark circles under his eyes, and his eyes looked almost dead like there was no one really there; just an empty vessel. But in his mind a war was taking place.

Darkness….lifeless….Spencer looks ahead and sees a child version of himself. He was crying and no matter how far Spencer would run, he could reach the child. Then the child would vanish again and after a while the cycle would repeat. Running and running but the child would disappear again and again.

Yet at sometimes memories would pop up, but after they disappeared he would forget them.

"Why am I here, why can't my friends help me?"

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