The man who walked in was smiling from ear to ear. He had blonde shoulder length hair, and blue eyes; and he was wearing the most ridiculous thing Sybil has ever seen. As he saw her he made a bee-line straight to her.
"You're here!"

When he got to her, he hugged her, well almost strangled her.

"I am, and who are you?" He set her down, and gave her a confused look.

"You don't know who I am?"

"Should I?"

He looked to the others, "I do not understand, why does she not remember?"

"We don't have the antidote yet. We're working still and I think we are getting close." This was from the glasses guy again.

"Maybe, and this is just a thought, you tell me who you are, all of you." She was getting tired of all of the secrets in this room.

"We talked four days ago, you can't remember our names?"

"I'm sorry, but I've always had terrible memory. As Sybil anyways."

"Okay, we can do it again. My name is Bruce." He extended his hand as either a peace offering or trying to gain her trust. She took it either way.

"I'm Steve," this was from another blonde, but with shorter hair and a smile.

"Tony," the other dark haired man, but he had more of a smirk than a smile.

"Natasha," this was the only other woman in the room. She was shorter than Sybil, but seemed very capable.

"I'm Clint," he was the only other to offer a hand.

The next man was still sitting, the one with shoulder length brown hair, he hadn't spoken or even looked at her since she arrived. Sybil didn't take it as offensive though. They moved on.

The last man, the one who hugged her, "I am Thor, prince of Asgard." He looked at her with a sad smile.

"Thank you, one last question, what antidote?" Sybil turned back to Bruce, the one with the answers.

"The antidote to get your memory."

"Okay, how do we do that?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure, like I said we are getting close, but what would really help is if you tell me about the orphanage."

Great, back to her shit childhood. "What about it?"

"Anything, a memory or something."

Sybil thought. A memory. She almost laughed at his words. "Um, okay, the first Christmas I was at the orphanage, I can remember that."

"Let's hear it."

The snow had fallen hard that year, and it didn't seem to want to stop. In a church somewhere in New York, all the children were bowing their heads, hands clasped together. The Christmas mass was almost over and all of them were ready to open presents. They had been waiting through breakfast and mass, and at 9:45 in the morning, if they waited any longer they might explode.

As soon as they were released they didn't waste a second. Everybody got one present, thanks to all the toy bins at Macy's and Salvation Armys. But Sybil didn't want a toy, she wanted to go home, sadly that wasn't an option.

She sat on a chair in a corner, watching the kids smile as they they opened their dolls, race cars, and such. Even with her own problems, it was wonderful to see all of them so happy.

"Sybil, what are you doing?" Came from over her shoulder. She turned her head to see Sister Amelia. She was one of the two Sybil actually liked.

"I'm just, uh, tired, I guess." Sybil responded with a small smile.

"Are you not sleeping again? I can get you some help…"

"No, I'm fine, I guess I'm just, missing my parents."

"I know, but I'm sure everything will end up just fine."

Sybil smiled, "Thank you."

After the she left, Sybil just sat there, still in her own sadness. Even though she had no tears left to cry, there was no emotion since then. She could sense someone else coming over to her, another nun trying to cheer her up. But it wasn't a nun, it was a boy. A boy with sunglasses and a cane.

"Can I help you?" she said.

"No, I'm sorry, I must gotten lost. I'm looking for the stairs."

Sighing, Sybil stood. "Here," She grabbed his hand gently. "I'll take you."

"Thank you."

She looked at him, he couldn't have been more than 16. And she hadn't seen him before.

"Are you new here?" Making small talk was never one of her strong suits.

"Um, no I'm from a different place, we just came for the day."

"Oh, right." She'd forgot that about three different orphanages from around the city had joined together in spirit of Christmas. "Here we are." She put his hand on the banister.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Um, of course, are you okay from here?"

He smiled, "I think I can manage."

"'Kay, well, see you around."

"Yeah, same."

"Is that all?"

"I'm sorry, I want to remember, but I can't. I can't remember until I graduated college, a few years ago." She looked around to all the faces, counting on her to remember.

"That's fine why don't we take a break."