I heard a beeping sound that roused me from my sleep. It sounded familiar and insufferable at the same time. It reminded me of when I first woke up at Indian Hill, just before I shattered the lights above me; so, I made sure to remain silent as I tried moving my arms. Thankfully, they were unrestrained, so my initial anxiety calmed down. As my eyes searched my surroundings, I saw that there were buttons on the side of the bed that would allow me to move my bed up. Once I was in a sitting position, I noticed that I didn't feel any pain and saw that there was an IV in my arm to explain it. There was a blanket covering my leg, so I uncovered it to assess the damage. It was covered in a clean gauze, and I gently touched it to see how sensitive it was. I felt a slight ache, but I couldn't know how severe it was while I was medicated. So, I covered it with the blanket again and continued to survey the room. There was a small TV mounted on the top left-hand corner of the room and windows on my left showing a dreary morning. In front of me was a whiteboard with writing on it; on the top of the board was the name, Felicity James. Upon reading this name, I felt the same mental tingling that I had when the stranger called me 'Fee' and deduced from this and Dr. Strange's utterance of "Ms. James" that this was indeed my name.

At this point I felt like my mind was a library filled with books, but the books have no titles and the pages are blank. Every time that I reached for a new volume, my heart would sink when the white pages stared back at me. As I repeated the name in my head over-and-over, I saw the words 'Felicity James' appear on one of the covers and my hand took the book out and started flipping through the pages. I saw words start to appear on the blank pages and ink started to dance till illustrations started to appear. One of the illustrations showed a small figure, sitting on a set of concrete stairs, next to me. The figure changed to a small boy, with raven hair and a dark suit. His chin was resting in his hands and he was staring straight ahead. As the child was staring straight ahead, I could hear a voice saying, "How about Fee, does that sound too silly?"

Back in the hospital room, I chuckled a little as the memory brought a warm feeling to my heart. As if answering a cue, I heard a knock on the door. I didn't answer before the door opened and pale violet flowers appeared through the gap. They were quickly followed by a pale face with a pointed nose and spikey, raven hair. I recognized the face from not only the earlier encounter, but also from the memory. So, I must have met this stranger as a child. This realization caused me to become nervous in his presence as he gave me a greeting that I barely heard. If I speak, he may react like the man with the glasses from Indian Hill. This man is my best chance of regaining my memories, so I don't want to scare him off. "Fee? Can you hear me?" Suddenly, my mind snapped back to the present moment and I again saw the well-dressed stranger before me, holding a bouquet in his hand and a cane in the other. There was also a larger, older man with him that wore a dark suit jacket with a maroon shirt underneath. His neck was adorned with a thick golden chain that gleamed in the florescent lights of the room.

I nodded my head and gestured to my throat, hoping that he would buy that I couldn't speak. "Oh…" he said as he lifted his chin a little in understanding. "So, you still can't…?" I shook my head this time and he gave me a pitying look as he placed the plastic-lined bouquet on the small table next to me. "Well…" he began, "Looks like I'll have to carry the conversation for now…" he chuckled a little at his own joke awkwardly. I felt the corners of my mouth tighten a bit in a small smile as he limped to the left side of my bed, where there was a chair available. As he took it, I felt a large hand cover my right hand. Surprised, I looked at the source of the unexpected touch, and saw the large man leaning over me a little with warmth in his eyes. He sighed a little before speaking, "Me…and the boys…...we're…so glad you're okay." His subtle display of emotion both moved and confused me even further. He smiled a bit before giving my hand a small squeeze and releasing it. "Yes," I heard the other man say, "When I gave them the news, they were practically leaping for joy!" His voice had a thin lining of sarcasm that I didn't miss, and by the look on the large man's face, he didn't either. "Gabe, why don't you go see if the GCPD has any updates?" Gabe nodded his head once and gave me one last meaningful look before leaving the room.

Now with just the two of us, my attention once again went back to the well-dressed stranger. His hands were resting on the top of the cane; and I was able to see that the cane had a bird's head on the top of it. He must have noticed my attention to it, so he brought it closer to me so I could get a better look. "Do you like it? I had it made a little while ago. It's my new identity, Penguin." I now saw that the head of a penguin was the bird that I was seeing. My face must have shown my confusion, because he took the cane away from me and again rested his hands on it. "It must be strange to you. After all, I used to hate that name. But, well, I guess it grew on me. But you can still call me Ozzie when we're alone." Ozzie! That's a nickname that I must have given him! Short for Oswald? "Well," he said with an awkward tone, "when you can talk again, of course." I smiled at him, hopefully cutting through his unease. He smiled at me and took my hand in one of his. I could feel his warmth through the leather, and I gained a comfort that I hadn't felt in a long time. Safe…. he makes me feel…safe…