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Chris stared at Victoria for a while before finally registering that it actually was her.  The only thing that he couldn't figure out was how she could be here with him.  She was in the asylum with him, so how……….. And that was it right there. Was he ever really in the asylum, or was that all just a figment of his imagination?  Another one of his visions, perhaps?  Chris laid back down and examined her hand.  She noticed him doing so and moved it behind her back. "You've had quite an exciting day, Chris, is it?" she said to him. "Yes, my name's Chris."

"Well, I must say that you have been busy getting into trouble and also getting yourself injured at the same time."  She said.  Chris began to look around the room.

"Why aren't there any other people in here?  I thought……"

"You got moved to the intensive care unit.  Sitting in the corner of a hallway, crying and screaming about people who aren't even there tends to get you moved here."  Victoria told him.  Chris moved his gaze away from her.  He closed his eyes and let his head sink farther into the pillow.

"Have my family been in here to see me?"  He asked, with his eyes still closed.

"Yes, they were here earlier, but they didn't seem to happy to see you.  They were talking about some kind of promotion." She said.  "I'm sorry, but I don't know what they got promoted to.  All of this lieutenant, sergeant, colonel b.s. just confuses the hell out of me." Chris smiled. 

"I'm just here to do my time and get it over with."  Victoria looked down at her hand.  Chris opened his eyes and noticed her doing so.  "Unfortunately, I always seem to be getting in trouble."  Chris's forehead wrinkled. 

"What happened to your hand?" he asked dumbly.  She looked at him.  Then she proceeded to take his temperature, without saying a word.  Chris continued on.  "You tried to run away didn't you?  They punished you, Milce and Grieg, right?"  Victoria tried to hide the shock on her face, but was failing horribly at it.

"H-How did you know that?" She whispered to him.

"Came to me in a vision.  When they found me in the hallway, I was in the middle of one.  I didn't even realize I was still here.  It was like-"

"Like this place here never existed, and you had a whole different life, right?" she asked him.  He stared at her.

"Yes, exactly like that.  How-"

"The same things happen to me.  That's why I tried to run away, I figured that they would just have me committed or something."  She said.  Something clicked inside Chris' brain.  Have them committed.  Such a strange way of putting it.  Maybe when they had met in the asylum, it hadn't been the first time they met.  Maybe they had both gone so crazy that they had both lost their memory of the other and made up some totally bullshit story to cover it.  Or maybe the story wasn't bullshit.  Maybe that had yet to happen.  Either way, Chris was pretty damn sure that he had figured out what he was doing before that asylum.

He'd been in this hell hole, seeing visions of things that didn't exist, just like before.

This whole time……..the whole thing………It was all a vicious cycle that would never end.  No matter what he did………

Unless…….

Unless he changed what he saw in the vision.

"Hello?  Earth to Chris?"  Victoria asked him.  Chris blinked and looked over at her.

"What?  What were you saying?" he asked.

"I said that there seems to be nothing else wrong with you, other than the fact that you're having visions.  Would you like to eat lunch with me?"  Chris nodded.

"Yeah, yeah.  Sure."  He scratched his head as she left to get the food.  He needed to change what he saw in the vision.  The way he figured the order was going to go was that he would do something or say something to get him in the whip predicament, be beaten within an inch of his life, then maybe the base would make up some bogus story about him being crazy and he would believe it and be shipped off, only to start the whole thing over again.

Something had to give.

"Things fall apart.  The center does not hold." He muttered to himself.  He had an idea on how to change the outcome that was almost certainly inevitable.  It was going to be much similar to what had happened the first time that he had tried to set things right.

Only this time, Victoria would be with him.

This time, something would fall apart.

It had to.