Glitch watched the small team, men and women, scurrying around what was once his workspace. One clever academic was in the farthest corner looking through a microscope and recording the results, another was testing fluid in a container. A third, who looked to be the leader, shouted orders to a fourth member who carried a number of conical flasks. The last member, looking almost queasy, had his hand inside an actual head, it's identity obscured by a white and red sheet. Glitch knew the red was blood but the pattern almost looked deliberate.

However while all these things were going on you couldn't miss the centre of the room, the whole reason they were scurrying around and their only purpose for the time being. A large glass container with electrodes hooked up to a brain. Glitch's brain.

The Queen knew why Glitch was there. Being closer to his brain made him feel complete.

As she placed her hand on his shoulder she turned him towards her, staring him directly in his face.

'Ambro… Glitch. How are you feeling today?'

'Not too bad, Your Majesty, why do you ask?'

The Queen felt sad. She longed for the day she would call her adviser by his name again but it was looking less likely as the days went by.

'You may not remember this conversation my friend so I'll keep saying it until you do. Firstly, I cannot thank you enough for the sacrifice you have made for me and my daughters. Once you are returned to normal….' she had to take a breath, compose herself again, she wasn't going to cry… ' we will make it an official recognition, one you will remember.'

The man in front of her looked confused and worried at the same time.

'Secondly, recently you seem to be more forgetful than usual. You won't have noticed but please be assured we are working on the problem - as you can see.' She turned back to the room of scientists. 'Glitch I would like you to use Raw. He's more worried than anyone else, he feels a short amount of time every day might do you some g….'

'No' he said immediately.

The Queen caught his eye, taken aback every time at his abrupt response.

'No, Your Majesty. Sorry.' He turned to the window and continued watching.

The Queen walked away more worried than ever. This was the nineteenth day of her talk and no closer to making a breakthrough. She may have to use Raw whilst he was asleep…