A/N: Gasp! Did I actually update a fic?! Who would have thought! So anyway, here's the next little instalment to this story, for anyone who's interested. Read away, little monkeys! And leave me a review afterwards to let me know what you thought! Now go read the chapter!

Chapter 1:

Sean sat up in his hospital bed, trying to shake away the headache he had been having since he had woken up. He picked up the simple black wallet the Dr. Collins had left for him, flipping through the pockets. All that was in it was the drivers license that she had shown him earlier, a twenty dollar bill, and a small photograph sticking out of a pocket that he almost didn't notice.

He pulled it out and examined it carefully. It was a picture of an older bald man, and two women, maybe a few years older then him. "Who…?" He mumbled to himself. He felt a little guilty for not knowing who they were. He figured that since the picture was in his wallet, they were probably an important part of his life.

Hoping to find any more clues about who he might be, he searched through every pocket one more time, with no luck.

"Argh!" He screamed in frustration, throwing the little black piece of leather across the room, annoyed by his brain. He couldn't remember a thing. It felt like, before he had woken up a few hours ago, he didn't even exist. Almost like he was just born. Why couldn't he remember anything?

—

Meanwhile, Amanda was sitting at her desk, flipping through her own pile of pictures, letters, and other miscellaneous items that she felt might threaten her plan and create a window into Sean's past, tossing each of them one by one into a fireplace.

She stopped briefly at a picture of Sean and Alex that she had found in his room the day she had taken his body from the Division morgue. She examined the photo, taking in the smiling faces of the once-happy couple. Sean's arm was extended to take the photo, while Alex had her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Alex," she shook her head in disappointment, still eyeing the picture. "It really is tragic what had to happen. If only you had listened in the beginning, none of this would have happened. The two of you could have walked out of this together, unharmed." They had looked so happy, Amanda thought to herself before throwing the photograph into the fire and watching Alex's face burn until it disappeared.

Suddenly, Amanda heard a loud thud coming from Sean's room. She rushed in to see what was going on, just as Sean picked up the vase sitting next to his bed, ready to smash it against the wall. She ran over to catch him, taking the vase out of his hands before he had the chance to break it. He tried to reach for something else to throw, failing as Amanda blocked his path. She quickly put something down on the table before turning her attention back to him.

"Mr. Conner!" She yelled, her tone harsh as two other doctors ran into the room to hold Sean down. "I'm going to need you to calm down before you hurt yourself!"

He struggled to get out of their grip, letting out a frustrated scream when he realized they were too strong for him. "Why?!" He shouted, his voice demanding. "Why don't I remember anything?! Tell me! You have to know why this is happening! You're a doctor!"

Amanda took a deep breath and sat down next to him. "Look, Mr. Conner. I'm not sure what to tell you. Every scan and test that we have done so far all came back completely normal. There's no sign of any brain trauma, and thus, no evidence to support that you really do not remember anything."

"Are you accusing me of lying now?" He asked, incredulous.

Amanda was calm as she continued to speak. "I'm not accusing you of anything sir. I am simply stating a fact that was shown through extensive tests. Your case is a mystery. I've been practicing medicine for a long time, and I have never seen anything like it before."

"What the hell do you know?" He scoffed, still fighting to get away from the two doctors holding his arms down. "You can't feel this insane headache that I've had since this morning, and that gets worse every time I try to think! I know what I'm talking about!" He yelled.

Amanda sighed, and picked up the syringe from the table, having prepared it ahead of time in case they encountered a situation like this.

Sean stared at her with wide eyes. "What the hell is that?"

"You need to get some rest," was all she said before she injected the clear fluid into his arm. "Right now, I would highly recommend that you stay at the hospital with us for a few days so that I can keep an eye on you. After that, I would suggest that you go back to Toronto and get settled back into your apartment. Perhaps the familiarity of it will help jog your memory a little. Maybe even get a job, unless of course you want to land yourself in another sticky situation."

Sean nodded, calming down as the sedative Amanda had given him had quickly taken effect. The doctors finally released his arms, and Amanda helped him lie back down on the bed as his eyes closed.

Within seconds, he was asleep. Amanda let out a sigh of relief, and quietly urged everyone out of the room, following behind. "So stubborn," she breathed as she locked his door.

—

He was walking down a dimly lit hallway when his phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered it with a simple, "Hello." Hello? That doesn't sound right. He shook the thought away as the person on the other line started to speak.

"I made it," was all he heard, noting that the voice belonged to a woman. Who is this person? What the hell does she mean she made it? What did she make? Cake? I could really go for some cake right now. Man, I'm starving! Maybe if I'm nice enough she'll share with me. Wait, focus, dumbass! Ask her who she's calling.

He opened his mouth to speak, the words flowing as if it were a recording. "How'd it go?" What? How did what go? Where did that even come from? That's not what I said!

"It went," the voice said. Huh? Are we speaking in code? What the hell is going on?

"You alright?" He asked. Why wouldn't she be alright? She sounds perfectly fine. Who's the moron controlling my words?

"Yeah, I just— didn't expect it to be like this."

"How's that?" Finally. Ask the real questions.

There was silence for a moment before she spoke again. "Empty." What the fuck? Does this girl not know how to answer a question? Is she challenged?

"Just be careful out there." He made his way into a room, annoyed that his mouth continued to have a mind of its own. Well, apparently I'm challenged too. Why is nobody making any sense? He looked around, taking in his surroundings. Wait, what the hell is this room? Why am I in here? "If you get into trouble, you know you don't have to do this alone." What is she doing? Is she part of the mafia or something?

"What, are you gonna fly out here?" She countered. What? Fly where?

"Yeah, I wish I could," he said, spotting a computer and making his way over to it. Okay, I'm clearly whipped. I wonder if she's hot. She sounds hot. "But listen, if you do get into a bind, you call someone. Doesn't matter who it is, you call someone to get you out of there." I really don't like where this is going. Is she really in danger? This is all a joke, right? Really funny! Ha ha! You can cut the crap now!

"Will do," she told him.

"I'll be seeing you," he said before hanging up and putting his phone back in his pocket. Alright, that definitely takes the cake for being the weirdest thing ever. Speaking of cake, I still really want some. He eyed the computer screen, which seemed to be a satellite map with a blinking red square that moved ever so slightly. What the hell? What is this thing?

He was about to click the little red square, when his eyes flew open. "Ugh," he groaned, blinking. The sunlight seeping through the windows burned his eyes, as he suddenly remembered that he was still in the hospital. "It was just a dream?" He wondered out loud, his voice groggy as he took in his surroundings. That explains it. "Whatever." He buried his face into the uncomfortable pillow and closed his eyes again.

—

The next few days passed by slowly, with Sean getting increasingly irritable and impatient. He just wanted to get out of there already. He didn't know what, but something about Dr. Collins really bothered him. He quickly came to the conclusion that he didn't trust her.

It took nearly two weeks before Amanda was finally confident that everything was in place and that Toronto would be safe for Griffin. That morning, she strolled into his room, putting on her best fake smile. "Good morning, Mr. Conner," she said, her voice making him roll his eyes in annoyance. What was so good about it? At his reaction, she spoke again. "I have some good news for you. I'd say you're finally ready to leave and get back to your old life."

He raised his head to look at her. "Wait, really?" He asked, getting his hopes up.

"Really," she nodded. "There isn't much left that I can do for you here." She handed him a pile of clothes, with a business card on top.

"What's this?" He asked, eyeing the card cautiously.

"You've been through a lot these past two weeks, so I figured I would try to help you out as best as I can. I made some phone calls, and found you this job. It's not much, but it should be enough to pay your bills and get you back on the right track. It's also fairly close to your apartment, and they said they were willing to train you. All you need to do is show up at that address on Monday afternoon for your first shift."

He finally picked up the card, reading it over. "Bartending? Are you sure this is such a good idea? I mean, with the drugs and all…" He trailed off. Dr. Collins had seemed pretty confident that drugs were the cause of his hospitalization, and even went so far as to give him medication that she insisted would help ease the drug cravings. In all honesty, he just seemed to want it even more since then.

"You've been doing quite well with your rehabilitation, since we started it. I am confident that you are going to manage this just fine." He just nodded, not quite convinced, as she left the room to let him get dressed.

Two hours later, he was sitting in his seat, impatiently waiting for his plane to take off. He hoped that once he was back in Toronto, he would finally start to remember who he was. He was getting really sick of not knowing anything. He fidgeted with the picture of the older man and two women while waiting. Maybe he would finally remember who they were.

A/N: So? How was it? What'd you think of that little inner monologue with Sean/Griffin? And Amanda's creepy antics! She's so much fun to write!