Victor doesn't know what time it was when the doctor entered the room. But he knew instantly that there was something wrong because instead of checking his chart or checking his pulse or checking whatever doctors check when they visit their patients, he just stood next to Victor.

"Victor, I'm afraid I have bad news." The doctor paused. Then he said, "The woman you were brought in with yesterday, Teresa, has died. Her heart gave out. We couldn't bring her back. I am very sorry."

Tears glistened Victor's eyes. In a matter of weeks, his world has fallen apart twice. Almost inaudibly, he said, "Thanks, Doctor."

"Can I do anything for you?" the doctor asked.

Victor just shook his head no.

"Do you want to see your friends?"

At first Victor didn't know what the doctor was talking about, then he remembered those men who visited last night. If they were his friends, he didn't feel it. And just because they say it, doesn't mean they really are. He has no idea who they are and he didn't want to see them. He didn't trust them.

"No thanks, Doc."

"Well if you need anything, call the nurse. She'll page me if you need me." The doctor turned and left.

Victor laid there thinking. He had never felt so alone, so empty. He has gone from losing his life as he had known it for what…..27 years? 30 years? Hell, he didn't even know how old he was. He almost died, was nursed back to health by an attractive woman and her son who was very endearing. Gets attached to these two people, then gets attacked by a band of madmen, loses the only two people he knew and trusted, finds out he is supposed to be a member of an ultra secret organization and all within a couple of weeks. He felt like he was going insane. He just wanted to go home, but he didn't even have a home to go home to.

Well at least for the time being, he had a bed to sleep in and food to eat. He would be in the hospital for about a week or two. His knee surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. Right now, he would just try to rest and heal. After his knee surgery he would have to start considering his options. He wondered how he was going to handle the funeral arrangements for Teresa and Miguel from where he lay. He knew they had no other family. He rung the nurse, maybe she can get him started on a funeral home, and where he could get payment when the person being buried had none.

A slightly heavy woman of African heritage came into the room when Victor pushed the button.

"Nurse, can you help me get some information?" Victor asked.

"Sure, what is it you need?"

"There were two people I was brought in with that did not survive, I need to set up funeral arrangements and payments. Since I don't remember anything else, I'm afraid I have to start from the very beginning."

"The arrangements have been taken care of. The woman and her son have been sent to the finest funeral parlor here."

Puzzled, Victor asked, "By whom? She doesn't have any other family here but me. In fact she doesn't have any other family. Period."

She answered matter-of-factly, "The head of International Rescue has foot the bill. We only know his first name, Jeff. He's a fine man, Virgil."

"My name is Victor." He said angrily.

"No, sir. You have been here enough for me to know who you are. You may not remember but I certainly do. You're name is Virgil and you are a member of International Rescue whether you like it or not. Now since you don't have a past, I would seriously think about talking to those people and trusting them a little. They do know more about you that you do right now." She said this with authority and a little bit of a huff. "Now is there anything else I can do for you, Virgil?"

He just shook his head no.

He felt like a little kid who got his hand slapped. Why has he been so distrusting of these men? Miguel did say they were friends. They do say they know him. And, duh! Teresa said that when Miguel brought him to her house, he was wearing that blue uniform. Well at least the trousers. Maybe after the surgery he will talk to them. He still wasn't ready right now though.

A tall gentleman in his mid-50's came into Victor's room late in the afternoon. He was not wearing a lab-coat or scrubs or any doctor-like attire. He was dressed very casually. Neat, but casual. He was very thin with a beak-like nose, kind of homely actually. He had a bit of a nasal twang when he spoke. "Hi Victor, my name is Ken Homesworthy, Dr. Ken Homesworthy. I'm a psychiatrist."

"A shrink, huh? Did that guy, Jeff, put you up to this?" he asked with a bit of temper showing.

"No. This is standard procedure for people with amnesia."

"Oh." Victor said a bit embarrassingly.

The session lasted over two hours. By the time the shrink left, Victor's dinner which the nurses held onto while he was busy, was ice cold. 'There's nothing worse than cold instant mashed potatoes.' He thought, wishing he had one of Teresa's fahitas. He was a little bit mellower after that session. He realized that he had such anger towards Jeff and those others because of several things. One, was that he needed a channel for his anger at losing the only two people he knew. Another was that he was terrified of finding out who he was. Yes, he was hollow and empty inside, but at the same time, suppose he was a mass murderer belonging to a group whose rescue persona was just a façade? He never thought he would be afraid of finding out who he was. But it seems that it wasn't just fear, it was terror. The doctor also pointed out that this was very typical of patients with his severity of amnesia.

Now, how to approach these people who he has been quite coarse with lately. He can't do anything immediately. It was now almost past visiting hours and he had surgery scheduled the next morning. It will have to wait until after surgery.