DiabloCat: Due to a request and the popularity of this story, I'm going to write a couple more chapters! Don't worry; I'm not going to make it really long or anything. Hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER 2: CONSEQUENSES

Nemo gazed around in bewilderment. He'd heard a noise outside of his door, like someone trying to sneak in, so he'd swung the door open fast to surprise his would-be attackers. He could have sworn he'd hit something outside his door, but there was nothing to be seen...

Oh.

Oh no.

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Skinner opened one eye slowly and suppressed a groan. He felt like someone in high-heeled shoes had decided to tango up and down his skull.

What had happened? He shook his head trying to remember, but it only made his headache worse. Skinner eased himself up, and looked around. This wasn't home!

He slowly got of the bed-thing he was on, ignoring the pounding in his head, and walked over to a small window-thing. He looked out – and gasped.

He was underwater.

As strange as it seemed, he was in a room that was under the water. He knew that because a swarm of fish had just swum past the window, and that definitely didn't happen on dry land. He gaped for a moment, and then firmly pinched himself. Ow. Well, he wasn't sleeping, but this still seemed too weird to be true.

The door behind him opened. Skinner whirled, just in time to see an attractive lady walk through.

"Oh, you're finally awake. Nemo opened the door much harder than I did; I'm not at all surprised it knocked you out."

Skinner frowned. Nemo? It sounded familiar. A picture of a tall, stern-looking Indian with a beard and moustache popped unbidden into his mind.

"Skinner?" The lady was looking at him strangely. "Are you alright?"

"How...how do you know my name?" Skinner croaked out. He'd never seen this lady before in his life. There was something bizarre going on. He was in an underwater room, this stranger knew his name, and she didn't seem to care that he was invisible. He'd been invisible for a couple of weeks now; it wasn't something he'd forget easily.

The lady sighed. "Oh dear. Skinner, do you even know who I am?"

"No. Why would I?"

The lady groaned. "Ugh. This is going to be hard." She shook her head in despair. "No, forget that, this is going to be impossible." She looked at him. "Well, I suppose I'd better see how severe it is."

She walked forwards – and Skinner backed away.

"Wait a second," he said. "You're not coming anywhere near me till you tell me what's going on!"

"Skinner, please stop being so difficult," she said impatiently, trying to grab him.

He ducked under her arm. "No! How do you know my name?"

"Everything will be explained in a moment. Just stand still for a second!"

"No!"

They continued like this for a while, Mina trying to make her patient stay still, Skinner constantly evading her every attempt. Finally, Mina lost her temper.

Her eyes flashed a blood-shot red, elongated fangs protruded from her upper grip, and the air itself seemed to darken.

Skinner gave a yelp of terror and staggered backwards – into a chair. He and the chair went down together with a loud clatter, and skidded across the floor several centimetres.

"Well, it's an improvement," Mina said as she strode forward to examine her prone patient.

The invisible man tried to wriggle away when he saw her, but she grabbed him firmly.

"Now, listen to me. I am not going to hurt you – unless you continue to resist me. I am trying to help you. Everything will be explained soon enough, but first I need to gauge how badly injured you are. So just stay still!"

Ten minutes later, Mina's worst fears were confirmed.

Rodney Skinner had amnesia.

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"He's lost all memory of the League. In fact, he only remembers up until a few weeks after he turned invisible. That was roughly eight months ago."

The League gaped at her, stunned. He had lost eight months worth of memory. The invisible thief was a casualty of – a door. It would have been funny if it wasn't so serious.

Even as it was, Tom couldn't repress a snigger. Jekyll, Mina and Nemo all stared at him.

"Sorry," he said. "But, well – a door? Of all the things he could've been hit on the head with, it was a door?"

"The doors are made of very sturdy timber, and can be quite dangerous," countered Nemo.

"Yeah, especially when wielded by you, huh?" retorted Tom, making Nemo redden slightly.

"Will he eventually regain his memory?" asked Jekyll.

"Oh, yes," said Mina. "There's no permanent damage. It will take a while, but it will come back to him. In the meantime, we will have to help him as much as possible. Remember, he will not recognise you at first, so try not to alarm him."

"An invisible man with no memory loose on a big ship," muttered Jekyll. "This is going to be very interesting."

DiabloCat: And there you go. There's probably going to be one other chapter after this, and I've already started on it, so it should be up shortly.

I would like to thank all the former reviewers, and hope this story is up to standard.

Oh, and Rai? Thanks for the inspiration.