Another long period of time passed of which I had no idea. Despite the earlier tests that I was subjected to, they became sparser and I spent significantly more time in my new room. At one point, I was given different clothes from the ones that I was used to wearing. It was a blue, long sleeved shirt with a corset-like center across my chest. The ribbon that was tied there was black, and the material of the top was quite soft, like velvet. I was also given a jean skirt, and black ballet style shoes. I was grateful for the new clothes, but I wondered what this could mean. Could they be considering releasing me into the outside world? I couldn't be sure. All signs indicated that they were slowly forgetting about me, Professor Strange in particular due to his lack of visits. So, in the meantime, I spent most of my time considering how I was going to escape.

As to help with my planning, I paid more attention to the activities outside my room with who was coming and going. Curiously, there were several times when the lights would flicker throughout the facility, causing me to wonder if there were storms outside the facility or if there was something going on involving a lot of power. A couple of hours after one of these events, I saw a black woman of smaller stature walking confidently past my room accompanied by a couple of orderlies. Her hair was spiky and had tips of bright red that caught my attention almost as much as her clothes did. They were quite theatrical with bright blue, green, and copper colors. As she passed my window, we made eye contact and I was able to see that her left eye was a bright blue while her right one was dark brown. This almost startled me, but she didn't seem phased by my reaction. There were no words exchanged, nothing to indicate that our paths would soon cross again.

A few hours later, I heard a man yelling outside my room, causing his gravelly voice to echo in the hallways. Though it wasn't unusual to hear yelling periodically, this voice was different, so I waited in front of my window to see the source. There was a white man with short, blond hair wearing all black that was being dragged down the hallway by two different orderlies in white. This sight caused me to be interested since he didn't look like someone that belonged in this environment. There was also something about him that tingled the back of my mind, like an itch that I couldn't scratch. I felt this sensation once before when I first heard the name, Ms. James. Though I didn't attribute it to anything significant, so I was left with nothing but the hole in my memory.

After what felt like a couple of hours later, Mrs. Peabody appeared outside my room with several other men in white; some of them were pushing different pieces of equipment, such as gurneys, large metal boxes, etc. She was speaking to one of them saying with an authoritative voice, "Move 'em out in order of security grades. Lowest risk, first…" She was then beyond my hearing. A few minutes later, one of the men opened my door and told me to come with him. I thought again about fighting to make my escape, but without an idea of where I was being brought; I decided to wait and look for a better opportunity. I was led down several hallways and finally to a garage area with a school bus. I was told to get on the bus and sit in one of the seats. After I complied, a large man appeared with a large gun in his hands. He was obviously there to make sure that I and whoever may also get on the bus cooperated. This was the perfect opportunity to chastise myself for not taking the chance of trying to break free earlier.

At first, I was the only one on the bus, but this soon changed. Many of the other residents of Indian Hill joined me on the large vehicle. Most were quite vocal and rowdy, others quite silent. One of the silent ones was the young boy with long, dark hair that I saw before. He met my gaze and I unconsciously smiled toward him; he didn't return the gesture and sat in the seat in front of mine. After the bus was completely full, I heard the door at the back of the bus close and lock. Another door at the front of the bus was then locked, effectively trapping us in a mobile cell. Screams and yells started to hurt my ears, so I started to sing a calm song that I heard on the radio once to try to ease my anxious mind. After a verse, I then noticed that the loud voices around me started to quiet until finally nothing was sounding except my own song.

After the song was over, the other passengers remained silent and calm. An alarm then started to sound outside of the vehicle, the garage door in front of our bus started closing and I then heard a woman yell in utter rage outside. Despite my curiosity, I wasn't able to see the source of the yell. Several minutes passed, then we heard a feminine robotic voice say, "Security systems deactivated." This caused the garage door to open again. A red light flashed from outside, this caused some of the other passengers to start to mumble in confusion, and suddenly the engine of the bus roared to life. Then, we felt the vehicle lurch forward and turn. Whoever was driving the vehicle was driving with a significant acceleration causing me to feel nauseous. But I was still grateful to see the night sky outside the bus's windows.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash from the front of the bus, and then I heard sirens behind us. This caused the other passengers to get restless and the bus was seemingly shoved to the side, which made us cry out in surprise and confusion. It stopped after a few moments and then we were stopped. This brought me relief, but then suddenly the bus lurched forward again and there were suddenly pops from outside the vehicle, and just as suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle, causing me to cry out in pain. Suddenly, the bus lurched in the air. This caused everyone to scream and suddenly we felt the bus land on something hard that left all of us leaning back. After a moment, we heard a voice from outside the bus yelling, "Professor Strange! Professor Strange! Come out…" The voice was just on the other side of the barred windows, and I heard a tap. The voice continued speaking with just a slightly raised voice, barely enough to hear, "Strange…we need to talk." And another tap. "You did a very bad thing to me." Join the club I thought as he continued, "And now, you're going to pay!" I didn't hear the voice anymore after that statement.

I then remembered my injury, which looked like a gunshot from the small hole and the blood coming out. The pain was severe, and I knew that I had to try to wrap it in something to stop the bleeding. The others in the bus seemed to be unharmed, and the boy with long hair was suddenly next to me, looking at my injury. I ripped the bottom of my shirt to make a clothing strip so that I could use it to wrap my wound. The boy kept watching me silently while the others in the bus started to get restless, some were able to escape their bonds and started moving around. After a while, the back door opened and there was a mass exodus, everyone leaving slowly. I heard someone laughing, while the others continued their growls and groans. After everyone left, the boy helped me to my feet and then exited out the open back door.

After we exited the bus, the boy left my side and started speaking to an older black woman kneeling on the ground. Her grey hair was wildly sticking up and her clothes were quite dirty and large on her smaller frame. She looked terrified and seemed to be in shock. I limped over to her to ask if she knew where the nearest hospital was. Her voice seemed to be caught in her throat, so I didn't receive an answer. This caused me to become frustrated as my leg protested the weight that I was putting on it. I turned to see if I could find a sign or something behind me, and saw a man lying on the ground. His shoes were shiny, and he was dressed in unusual looking clothes that vaguely reminded me of the three-piece suit that Dr. Strange was wearing before. Curious, I limped toward him and saw his white face, sleeping peacefully. He had a small, pointed nose and black, spikey hair. Part of me wanted to wake him and see if he would help me, but I saw his walking stick and thought better of it. I assumed that it was his cane that was hitting the side of the bus, therefore I deduced that this man was the origin of the yelling voice from earlier.

I looked back and saw that the boy was walking away while the woman continued to stare in terror at me. Therefore, there was no one else that I could turn to. So, I knelt painfully and tried to rouse him by shaking his arm. There was no response, so I tried to tap his face with my hand. I heard him moan and he furrowed his brow before opening his eyes. I saw pale blue eyes looking around without focus for a moment, when he suddenly gasped and awkwardly scooted backwards a little. After a second, his eyes focused on my face and they widened while his mouth gaped open. "Fee? Is…is that you?" I tilted my head a little, the name caused the tingling in my mind again, so maybe this name was my first name and my last name was James. The man's face changed to one of what I imagined was relief and joy as he laughed a little while grabbing my upper arms firmly.

This surprised me so I jerked myself away, causing my leg to shoot pain. I unconsciously cried out a little and grabbed the leg, hissing a little bit. "Wh…what's wrong?" the man asked with a trembling and confused voice. He then must have seen my injury because he then said with fear, "Oh God…Fee! We…we need to get you some help!" He got up awkwardly and offered his hand to me. I didn't know if I could trust this man, but I needed to get medical attention before I bled out or worse. So, I took his hand and he picked up his walking stick after I got to my feet. He took my hand and let me to a car that was close by. I then noticed that not only was I limping from my injury, but he was limping on his right leg; which was turned outward for some reason, also explaining the walking stick. As we continued our awkward gait, I tried my best to remember this kind stranger. He obviously knew who I was and may be the key to unlocking my memories. The man opened the door for me, and I got inside. Though I didn't know who he was, I was in no condition to pass on the chance to get to a hospital.

The man got in beside me and it was then that I noticed that there was another man in the driver's seat. "To the hospital, Jay, and step on it!" the well-dressed stranger ordered. "Yes, boss." The other man complied. As the car lurched into drive, the stranger took my hand and I looked at him. "Fee…" he said with a gentle urgency, "Where in God's name have you been? After you left, so much has happened. I…I thought you were dead." At this confession, I saw his face contort to such sadness and his eyes welled up with tears. His body then tightened as he started to cry quietly. Something in me stirred, I wanted nothing more than to comfort this stranger. We obviously had history, and though I couldn't remember it, I couldn't help but want to soothe this apparently damaged person before me. So, against my better judgement, I wound my arm around his back and used my hand to gently bring him toward me in an embrace.

As the stranger sobbed in my shoulder, he tightly embraced me back. The reciprocation also seemed to bring me comfort. Ever since I woke up in Indian Hill, I had never been embraced by anyone. The only touches I felt were an orderly's restraining grip and restraints. This hug brought my heart a warmth that I had never experienced before, and without warning, my eyes started to shed tears of my own. Before long we arrived at the hospital and I was admitted in the emergency room. The man that was with me was quite pushy with the hospital staff to get me in, during their altercation, darkness enveloped my vision and I felt my legs collapse beneath me just before I lost consciousness.