Day 21

Since this might be my last day in here, I decided to spend some time making preparations. But first I had to get the new 'report' to Sinar. It was not easy to find a time at breakfast when the nurses were distracted long enough to hand the datacard to Sinar with lots of inconspicuous decorum. I didn't want the others to realize what I was doing and being conspicuous to Sinar, while not being noticed at all by all others was not easy.

In the end I managed to let if fall under the table while the nurses had to catch Landed who had rolled away to attack some imaginary Jedi. He might have gotten away with it, too, if he hadn't taken his bowl along to deflect the new and deadly death-rays.
I nodded to Sinar and he signalled back. I just hoped that he believed it. Given time and chance, I might just try to scrounge up a princess and some heroes and see if it will get him out of his nightmare.

I took the time to plan several routes from the institution to the place I was found. Since I had a lot of time, I took into consideration that I might not want to be seen. And that I might want to stop by a bank and a clothes shop first. In here it doesn't matter that I'm wearing the creamy white slacks and shirt of the institution, but ion the outside world it might draw attention. And if there is one thing I don't want, it is to draw attention.

I preordered dark coloured clothes which I would collect before moving on and a some cash in an access box at the nearest bank. I also activated a secure credit line and had a look at the ship market, the less legal one. In case of need, I could get a ship within the hour.

Then it was time for my guarded hour in the holonet. I took some pains to look at uniforms of all kinds, fire fighters mainly, but a few deep miners and space miners, too. The doctors watched me and became more and more bored, while I made my way though the huge amount of data.

I did not get anywhere, of course. But it did not matter. I took care to express the right mixture of disappointment and optimism before I went to get some more exercise. Working out calms me no end. And even though I don't like to admit it, I am a little nervous. Nervous of what I will find. Nervous that it will not go well with who I am.

I went to bed early, packing my things in the dark room and setting my pad to wake me in the small hours. But it is difficult to find sleep. What if tomorrow I am not the man I am now? What if I gave up the hunt? Dream on, Lancer-boy. What if I didn't give it up?

Who am I?

I will get you, impostor! This I know.