Topher hesitantly walked towards Sergeant, who was sitting silently on a couch, watching all the other actives do their activities. "Sergeant?" Topher called softly as he approached.

"Hello…It's a nice day out, isn't it?" he replied quietly. He smiled slightly and Topher, holding a hand out as if to say hello.

"Yes…yes it is…Would you like a treatment, Sergeant?" Topher asked, hesitantly holding a hand out to Sergeant, as if to help him up.

"That sounds nice…" Sergeant mumbled, smiling slightly at Topher. "A treatment sounds fine." He carefully took Topher's hand and stood up.

Topher nodded slightly and let go of Sergeant's hand, gently placing his hand on his shoulder instead. He led the young active towards his room. "Just, uh, sit there, and we'll, um, start your treatment…" he stammered, guiding Sergeant to The Chair.

Sergeant nodded slightly and sat down, leaning backwards into The Chair.

Topher bit his lip slightly as he checked to make sure there weren't any imprints in The Chair. 'But then again…' he thought, smiling slightly. 'It'd be going against Dewitt…but its worth a short…' He grabbed an imprint from his stack, injecting it into The Chair. "Just stay still and everything'll be fine," he told Sergeant with a calm tone.

Sergeant repositioned his head on The Chair so that his gaze was on the ceiling. A blue light flashed around The Chair for a few moments, and The Chair sat Sergeant up again. He blinked several times before speaking, "Where the hell am I?" he asked, jumping off The Chair.

"Andrew! Please, stay seated," Topher gasped, quickly making a move to shove him back into The Chair.

"And why should I?" Andrew fought back for a few seconds before sitting down again. "It's only been a year! I shouldn't be here!"

"I know, I know! Your doll version of yourself, Sergeant, was glitching," Topher whimpered seeming to freak out.

"What do you mean, 'glitch?'" Andrew frowned, glaring at Topher. "I wasn't glitching!"

"Eheheh…About that…When he went on engagements as other people, he was always wiping himself somehow--And remote wipes are impossible!" Topher whined.

"Then if they're impossible, how is my doll…" his voice faded out again and his gaze became distant.

Topher swore under his break and carefully lowered The chair again, so that Andrew was laying down. He ejected the imprint and pressed a button, the blue light scanning over Andrew again.

"Did I fall asleep?" Sergeant asked quietly. He sat up and watched Topher.

"Yes, for a little while," Topher replied quietly.

"May I go now…?" Sergeant asked, starting to slip off of The Chair.

"Yes, yes you may," Topher mumbled and nodded slightly.

Sergeant nodded and got off of The Chair, walking out of the room.

"Dewitt is going to kill me!" Topher groaned, stomping around his office like a two-year-old.