"-and on to the latest news, the woman found unconscious in the ocean the other week has finally awoken, but she has proven to be more of a mystery than before, as she seems to have amnesia, with no recollection of her past, anything beyond her first name, Robin. If anyone has any information about this woman, authorities urge you to come forward. And now, on to the weather report…"

The hooded young woman, nearing twenty, watching the tv through the glass, sighs, turns and nearly walks into another man staring at the fading picture of the white-blonde woman on the tv. "Oops! Sorry, sir!" she exclaims, stepping back and out of his personal space. She lowers her hood, revealing dark brown, nearly black hair, slightly slanted eyes like the darkest honey, set over slightly rosy cheeks

He looks down at her with wide eyes, then shakes his head with a gentle smile, trying to convince himself that he's not seeing his wife, only with dyed hair. "It's alright, miss." He gestures to the screens. "Though, if you could help me with something…"

She then smiles, understanding. "You know her, don't you?"

He nods, then holds up his left hand, displaying a wedding band. "She's my wife, and has been missing for quite some time. …My friends and I have been searching for her for months now."

She pulls her purse forward and unclips her keys from the strap. "Lucky for you, I was with her when she woke up last night. She actually asked for a man named Chrom, that wouldn't happen to be you?"

He raises his brow. "Okay, what all do you really know?"

She smiles mysteriously. "I know all about you, your world, what happened to her. She is not suffering a repeat of amnesia, I told her to fake it to make things easier for the people here to understand her."

"And you believe all of it?" he asks her incredulously.

She shrugs. "I believe in a lot of things. If I believe in ghosts, I can most certainly expand that to believe in different worlds." She glances behind him, then turns her head to the side, seeing dark figures approaching from all sides. "We have company. Are they friends of yours?" she asks, reaching into her purse slowly, grasping a couple of small items as she casts herself in the shadows cast by the buildings in the sunset.

"Not another move," the tallest of the group of newcomers growls, raising a knife, the blade glinting in the minimal light.

A small click comes from her purse, and she raises a gun, aiming at the man. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," she growls in return. "I would prefer not to send anyone to the morgue tonight, nor would I like to spend the night downtown, as friendly as I am with the underground and police communities."

Chrom narrows his eyes. "Frederick, that's enough. She knows where Robin is, and she was about to take me to her."

He bows his head and lowers the knife. "Sorry, Milord."

"Hmph, you're lucky I'm not required to follow the curfew anymore, and that visiting hours are still open. I can only fit seven more people in my car, and then it'll be a tight fit, if that many of you want to go," she mutters, clicking the safety on her gun and returning it to its place in her purse before strolling over to her minivan.

She clicks a button on her key to unlock her car, casting a flash of orange light over her features that makes every person other than Chrom gasp. "Milord, is that not her?"

"No, merely someone who looks like her," he sighs, following after her, almost like a lost puppy. "Frederick and Lissa, I want you two to come with me. The rest of you, I want you to go back to base, we'll be in touch with you soon."

The two follow, Chrom in the passenger seat, Frederick behind him, and Lissa behind their female acquaintance. "So…" Lissa says after a few minutes and an exit onto a highway later. "How long until we get to Robin?"

The girl glances back into the rearview mirror at Lissa. "About twenty minutes, Lissa. Have no worries, I've made sure she's as comfortable as can be, given her current situation."

Frederick gives her a frown. "You have yet to give us your name, miss."

She face palms and smiles apologetically. "I'm such an airhead! My name is Katherine Nightingale, but I have people call me Kat."

"Kat?" Chrom asks, amused. "Like the animal?"

"Yeah… long story short, people think I'm a lot like a cat, and I am rather curious about stuff, so… that happened when I was little," she explains with a hesitant laugh.

Frederick trades an amused look with Lissa before she laughs out loud. "Have you told Robin that yet?" he asks as he watches his younger charge laugh.

"Yes, and she was quite amused. The doctors were actually quite mad at me for making her laugh so much and getting her heart rate up, but they let me off the hook since it got her spirits up again," she says, rolling her eyes at the memory.

Chrom chuckles, and they lapse into silence for the rest of the drive, watching as the highway passes and the sun sinks lower on the horizon as they come into a new town, slowing down as they approach a new, sleek building with metal and windows lining the outer walls. She guides them smoothly into the parking lot, taking a reserved spot and putting up a hanger on the mirror before getting out, the others following suit so she can lock the car.

She leads them to the reception desk, where a short blonde woman types away at a computer. Kat leans over the desk and grabs a clipboard, a pen, and a few badges, winking at the blonde as she does so, who merely rolls her eyes and continues her work. "You guys need to sign in here, and just wear these while you're in the building." While they do that, she grabs a different type of badge from theirs and signs a different board, which they notice.

"Kat, why are you signing a different one?" Lissa asks, being the most curious of them and the one to voice their thoughts first.

Her eyes seem to dim slightly. "I'm going to drop you off with Robin, then I'm going to see someone else for a little while," she answers, her whole body seeming to droop slightly.

The receptionist stops her work to look up and smile tightly up at her. "Kat, she's been doing better since you convinced them to try that new drug."

She sighs. "I know… but I still don't like seeing her in so much pain."

The blonde puts her hand on her friend's hand. "I don't know what it is you do, but she seems stronger every time you come along with the medicine, and she's getting closer to being eligible for the surgery. Just have faith that whatever you're doing, you're doing something right."

"Jane, I've never done anything right, what makes you think she'll make it?" she whispers.

She smiles reassuringly. "She will, the doctor said that if she passes her physical in the morning, she can go into surgery Friday and be in therapy by next week."

She sighs. "I guess we'll see how it goes in the morning. Thanks, Jane." She turns to Chrom's group. "Come on, I know you're anxious to see her." They hurry through the sterile halls and stop in front of a wooden door, behind which they hear delirious whining at something they can't see, making Kat smile. "Robin, you're making me think that you've lost your marbles, from this side of the door!" she calls playfully, not opening the door, signing for the group to stay quiet.

They hear a huff. "Well, Kat, if you wouldn't have left me with this accursed novel with these clueless lovebirds then it wouldn't seem that way, and they seem to think I'm in need of a higher dose of this morphine stuff, which I really think is making me waaaaaay tooooo happpyyyyyy~!"

She grins as she opens the door. "Well, look who I ran into one town over, you little amnesiac bird," the girl teases her, letting them in.

Chrom, grinning in amusement and happiness at finally being reunited with his wife, walks right up to her and pulls her into his arms, kissing her breathless. "Yaaay, Chrommy!" she cheers once he pulls away, hugging him tightly to her, looking over his shoulder to see his companions. "Freddy Bear! Lissy!"

The three blanch at the nicknames, then see the glaze in her eyes. They look at Kat accusingly, who puts her hands up. "I told them not to up her dosage, but they didn't listen. I'll have a word with them, but the effects won't wear off for a few hours." She then looks up at a camera in the corner of the room, and grins. "Though, since she won't remember this, you'll have a bit of something to embarrass her with when you get home."

Lissa then grins widely. "Oh, Robin~!" she calls back cheerfully. "Why don't you give us all the juicy detail of what you and Chrom did on your ho-mmpphh!" she cries through Chrom's hand, who blushes furiously.

"Well, once we went to the springs, we- mmmphh?!"

"Let's NOT divulge that, shall we?" he asks both almost too sweetly, and with a huff, both ladies nod. He then removes his hands, then turns to Kat. "Can you please find a way to get her off this stuff sooner rather than later?"

She nods, though blushing a little bit herself, and hurries out to find the doctor, nearly running into him. Once she explains to him the situation, he agrees to lower it until she's back to her normal self. With that done, she makes her way to the intensive care ward, where she sits next to a sleeping woman with graying hair, taking her hand gently in hers.

"I miss you, Mama," she whispers, closing her eyes just in time to miss the flash of light passing between them, making her heartbeat stronger, and unknowingly drawing the attention of a blonde haired doctor just getting off duty in the hallway.