Tyler lay back on the bed, feeling completely alone and far more confused than he had been before. He was in pain, someone named Gregory Pike was hosting him – potentially holding him against his will. He had no idea if he was allowed to leave because he couldn't find the strength to stand up and try. Tyler really didn't like being in the dark like this, knowing that a month of his life had gone on without him, that there were clearly very important things that had happened that had been entirely wiped from his memory. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know what had happened or what was happening now, and he had no idea what to do…assuming that there was anything he could do.

With a groan, he closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable on the bed. His whole body hurt and even though he had only just woken up, he was absolutely exhausted. The boy couldn't remember ever having been this confused in his life, and now that he was in this position, all that he wanted was to find a way out…but he didn't see one. He would have no choice but to wait for Gregory Pike to come back and, hopefully, explain to him what was going on.

Gregory had seemed kind enough, of course, but could Tyler trust that? He didn't know the man, nor did know anything about why he was being kept here. Until he saw a familiar face or was given other reason to believe that Gregory was a friend, he was not going to trust anyone; everything was just too unclear. There were too many questions bouncing around in his mind, no one to answer them, and he did not have the energy to process them. Unable to maintain a clear focus, Tyler began to feel dizzy. He closed his eyes, and only a few minutes later, he was back asleep.

This time when Tyler woke up, he was not alone. The man who had introduced himself as Gregory Pike was sitting in a chair next to the bed, and a young man, maybe 20 or 21, was leaning against the wall. Both were watching Tyler closely, and as Tyler came too, Gregory moved the chair closer to the bed. Tyler felt the urge to move away from the man – he knew that he couldn't trust him, at least not yet, but if he shied away, if he showed cowardice, he might not be able to get the answers that he both wanted and needed.

"Take these." Gregory leaned forwards, holding two pills and a glass of water out towards Tyler. "They will help with the pain."

Tyler bit his lip, looking at the pills. He was not about to take drugs that were being offered to him by a stranger, especially when that stranger may or may not be holding him prisoner.

"No." Tyler shook his head, accepting neither the pills nor the water. "I want answers."

"I know." Gregory nodded. "I realize that we may not have handled our first entrance the best, but we did not prepare for you to have amnesia, we thought that you would remember what had happened in the last month – we're here to give you answers, that's why I brought Alex with me." Gregory gestured to the blonde boy standing behind him. The boy moved forwards as his name was spoken, standing beside Gregory. "This is Alex Pike, my son. He is going to help you remember."

"Hey." Alex raised a hand, waving only slightly at Tyler, who could only nod in return. He had never seen either of these people in his life, and he was convinced that he did not know them. The fact that they seemed to know him only made Tyler more uncomfortable.

"Call if you need anything," Gregory stated, getting out of the chair. "Tyler, please consider taking the painkillers, they really will help you to feel better." With that, Gregory left, closing the door behind him, and Alex moved forwards, taking a seat.

"So you really don't remember me? You don't remember anything?" Alex asked, pushing of his shaggy hair from his green eyes. Tyler just shrugged. He definitely didn't remember this boy, and while he did remember things, it was nothing from the past month…assuming that these people were telling the truth, which they may or may not be.

"Who are you?" Tyler asked, struggling to sit up. Alex instantly stood up, leaning forwards to help prop Tyler up on some pillows before sitting back down and looking at the boy.

"I'm Alex Pike," he stated. "You and I have been pretty damn close for the better part of the last month." Alex paused, tapping on his chin as though he was trying to think of what to say to Tyler. "We're friends," he said finally, not breaking eye contact with Tyler as he spoke.

"We…we are?" Tyler frowned slightly. The boy seemed genuine, but Tyler was absolutely positive that he had never seen the boy before in his life, nor had he seen the boy's father. A part of him wanted to believe what he was being told, because then he would at least have some answers, but he still wasn't ready to trust the Pikes.

"Yeah." Alex shifted in his chair, and Tyler couldn't help but wonder if this boy was as uncomfortable as he was.

"Prove it to me," Tyler said softly. If they were friends, then there were things that Tyler would have told Alex, things that would solidify the boy's claim.

"Okay." Alex nodded, taking a deep breath before beginning. "You're 18 years old, you love motorcycles, in fact you were almost in a motorcycle accident when you were 14 and your parents split up shortly after that. You lost your virginity when you were 17 to the Visitor Lisa in a V shuttle in outer space after finding out that your dad may not be your real father, though your mother swears he is." Alex stopped. "Oh, and you haven't told anyone else yet, but you don't want to go to college, at least not yet. You don't think that you're ready."

Tyler paused. Absolutely everything that he had said was true, and as far as he could remember, Alex was right, he hadn't told anyone that he wasn't ready for college, not even Lisa. If Alex knew that, they must be close, right? He was still unsure of how much to trust the boy, but he was more comfortable around him now.

"How do we know each other?" Tyler asked, biting his lip.

"You and I?" Alex asked.

"Yeah." Tyler nodded.

"We work together." Alex shrugged it off, but Tyler frowned. Work together?

"So you're a Peace Ambassador?" Tyler asked. As far as he knew, that was the only job he did.

"No." Alex shook his head, a very serious look crossing over his face. "I'm not a Peace Ambassador…Tyler, you and I, we're Fifth Column."