Manny found himself asleep in the passenger side of the police chief's car. Emiliano was appreciative of the help he had received first day back on the job, and already a lot of criminals captured. He looked over to the teenage boy as they pulled back into his home. "Maybe he'll turn out good one day," Emiliano thought, knowing he would well pretend this day had never occurred. He reached over and shook him out of his dazed state. "Hm? Oh… where are we?" Manny asked, awake. "Your home. We, uh, captured nine criminals today…" the police chief answered. Manny knew that meant their day of partnership was over now. He climbed out of the car. "I thank you again for the help… take this," he added, holding something out to him from his window. It was a rusty and dented badge that had a sheriff symbol on it.

"This? But… this is your badge!" he responded wondering why Mister Suarez would give him this. "I need a new one. That one's taken two bullets and twenty years of age… I don't know what the future is for you, but at least don't forget the past sometimes. It is the only enjoyment we get," Emiliano told him. After today, he was going to pretend like none of this happened like he already informed him. With that, he backed out of the driveway, turning his sirens on before leaving, having already been called out. Manny just stood there, looking at the badge. "Don't forget the past…" his head throbbed and began aching again. His green eyes were stuck on the badge. It felt like someone was drilling into his skull, but after a few seconds, he snapped out of it, letting out a light gasp. "What… what just happened?" he felt like he had a minor panic attack. He just went back inside his home, looking around the living room, where his grandfather was still nowhere to be seen. He presumed he was at a secret hideout of some form when he heard about the police.

Manny went up to his room, putting the badge down on his dresser, taking a peek at himself in the mirror. He didn't look entirely well. He looked tired, drained, and in pain, but even though being injured by bullet wounds, a few punches and nearly being run over by a car, the day felt like it had been great for some reason. He then noticed his brown eyes were back. A smile formed on his face. "My green eyes… they're gone…" he muttered, rubbing his head to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, but they were completely gone. He wondered if his red and blue eyes were gone, too, but he wasn't in any condition to test in a form of activating them alone. He was already in enough pain to prevent himself from going anywhere to try and intentionally get his anger boiling. He thought to himself. Maybe it was the first step toward something good, either way. He sat on the bed, before resting his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. That was all he could do while slowly beginning to fall asleep.

A few hours later, Nanny was awoken by the sound of a loud ringing noise. He slowly sat up in bed, reaching over to his nightstand, but the ringing stopped before he could answer. He just brushed it off as nothing before getting up. He stepped to the mirror and looked himself in there, one more time. His brown eyes were still intact. "They're normal… t-they're normal!" he unbelievably laughed to himself before beginning to head downstairs in joy, that was until he saw his father Rodolfo. "Oh, Manny. Glad you're finally awake. You must have been very tired," he commented, looking like he was just as happy as his son.

"Thanks. What time is it?" Manny asked. His father showed his watch, which indicated five in the morning. "I'm just waiting to get a phone call about your grandfather. I have not seen him since yesterday. Speaking of yesterday, I heard about what you did…" Rodolfo started, pulling his son into a hug, proud. Already he had heard the news of all his heroic deeds from yesterday. "Oh, uh… yeah, what I did…" his son coughed, not really too proud of it. He had no sign of the green eyes again, but he was not sure whether to take credit for the heroism or not, though he had more of an idea that came into his head. "I'm going to go out and get ahead on my day," Manny said, lying to just get out easier. "Of course, mijo," his father, nodded allowing his son to leave in the early morning.

Manny had spent an hour walking to the first library he could think of. As he arrived he saw that they were going to be closed for another few hours. He just got a grin, his eyes going red once again. He punched the window out in the front door and reached inside to open it, not caring as he made his way in, doubting a low quality library would bother with security. His head was throbbing in pain more. His eyes were snapping from red to blue, on and off, rapidly. He just tried to ignore it while focusing on his current goal. He was looking around in the lines of books, a bit mindlessly. He was more in the medical area. Anything that looked more based on psychology, he would just grab and throw them onto the table nearby. His blues eyes were starting to take control temporarily. It was like at this point, his mind was fighting itself. He sat down to begin on one of the books, wanting to find something to cure his mental status.

Manny had spent over an hour pawing through multiple books until he finally found something. "Dissociative identity disorder…" he mumbled, learning from the topic that it was not as much as an infection as it was a problem that could stem out from trauma, which practically fought to pick the real mindset. He tapped his fingers along the table. "Trauma… but, I haven't been injured aside from… when I got sick…" he realized, relieved. He didn't have to go hunting down that nurse, but he was still thinking that maybe that infection had weakened his body so bad that it might have tricked his mind into thinking he was dying, and his thoughts at the time were what occurred. He wondered if it was why his green eyes were now gone, if he had satisfied his need to do good things or for some other reason. He felt like his head was about to explode from trying to figure it out, though very soon, he had an idea.