A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this block. Mainly because so many things happen are happening. Don't forget to R&R. Enjoy.

CLNut: Sorry I didn't get you in chapter 16. Thanks for the encouragement. As for Y&U, well, maybe. I don't want to tell you just yet.... To the best of my knowledge I think I have seen part of Routine.

anime chicka 901: Thanks for the support. Your stories are good.

The-Angel-from-Hell-09/10: Thanks for all the advice! Since I'm a guy it's hard to take things from a females' perspective. Also, I think that we have a little misunderstanding. What you call blonde I call over emotional. XANA has nothing to do with the way Yumi acted. I needed the whole argument to happen for later events. Just keep with it; you'll see.

TX: Thanks for being observant. Don't worry everything will be cleared up in the next chapter.

thesuperdot: The letter will play some importance later but I'm not going to rewrite history in this story. Maybe another story but not this one. Also, I'm just glad I could help you out.

Janika: Fine, you convinced me to update a whole 2 days sooner than I wanted too. The fact that my History class was canceled also helped me do that too. Yes! The title does say something that the story doesn't! You're the first to realize that.

Jeff: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Even though, your reply was only two words I still appreciate it. Thanks!

A mental institution somewhere in America---

Earlier this week, I decided to check myself into here this place because I felt like I was on the verge of killing myself. Over the past three-and-a-half years, I had become clinically depressed. I switched schools every four to five months trying to escape from people who knew or found out about my past. It wasn't like people were purposefully stalking me or anything I just didn't want to answer their questions and their questions are always the same time and time again.

"How did you get that arm?" the curious ones ask me, "You're not psycho or anything are you?" says the meaner kids, "I want you to stay away from my children!" one angry mother told me a year ago. Those were the usual questions that I was confronted with everyday at school; no matter what school. It's what drove me insane. It's what drove me here.

"Okay, I reviewed your case and I have only one question for you," asked the head doctor of the institution, Doctor Fry, who was sitting on the other end of the table, "and that is what would you do, hypothetically, if you were to confront Jessica?"

Jessica was the name of the person who gave me this mechanical monstrosity. I had already thought about the doctors' question beforehand because I asked myself the same thing almost three years ago when I first started to search for her.

"If I were to find her I would ask her why she did what she did." I replied. My answer was well rehearsed and I think he could tell. Doctor Fry jotted down a note on his clip board.

"Now, if you did find her and ask her why, what would your reaction be, hypothetically, if she were still unremorseful?" To be honest, I had thought about that question and the reverse too but I couldn't find an answer. It was something that I was completely unprepared for.

"I don't know." I said shaking my head, "I just don't know."

"Would you try to reason with her?"

"I could see myself doing that, sure."

"What would you do, hypothetically, if she tried to kill you again?" That question is one that I had not thought of at all in the previous three-and-a-half years.

Suddenly, all of my pain and frustration that was collected and stored in my body for the past three-and-a-half years began to assimilate the surface of my skin. I started to sweat and felt my right arm shaking. Things started to become foggy. I began to breathe heavily and look around the room. A guard made me twist my head towards him as he put his hand over his night stick.

"It's alright." Doctor Fry told the guard as he made a hand motion over to him. The guard put his hand down in relief.

"How are you feeling?" Doctor Fry asked me. My eyes started to tear up as I was reminded of all the humiliation that I had gone through.

"I just want peace of mind." I replied in a trembling voice, "I have to find out why she killed them. Why? Why?! WHY!!!" I yelled the last question and slammed my fist into metal table making a fairly large dent. My whole body was trembling now.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. I really am." I said in a most tearful voice, "I guess I would kill her if she were unremorseful."