Dr. Gilmore sat in a chair on the deck of the dolphin, watching 009 pace back and forth. The young Cyborg looked pained beyond belief, and angry. So angry, that the look in his eyes made the Dr. wince and shy away.

"HOW in the world are we going to find them? I don't even know where to start! And what did Scarl mean when he said he was going to 'send them home'" Dr. Gilmore shook his head.

"I don't know 009, let me think a while." 009 set him self down roughly in a chair, resting his head in his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut as the memories began flooding through his mind. The cruel laughter, 003's screams, and the hopeless look in all of their eyes…

"I've got to save them." he said softly, 'I must' Dr. Gilmore sat up in his chair.

"You could still send them a message through the communicator in your head. All of you have them." 009 perked up for a minute but then his face fell once more. He sighed.

"I don't know what their condition is. For all I know, Black Ghost meant home as in 'heaven'" The two sat in silence for while.

"I don't think Black Ghost has ever been particularly religious." Dr. Gilmore pointed out.

009 suddenly looked pleased as he sat up straight in his chair. "What if…" he began, "'home' meant their original location when they were captured. You know, their real homes." Dr. Gilmore nodded.

"So they would be using their original names? It makes sense to me, but I'm betting he knew you would figure it out. I don't think it'll be as simple as walking in and saying 'let's go.'"

"I know but we won't know what's going on until we find one of them. All of their lives as they knew it can't really exist. Some of them didn't even become Cyborgs until 80 or so years after they were captured. The family and friends they had will be gone so disrupting things won't be nearly as difficult... I think. We'll start with 001. Look up 'Ivan Whisky' on the computer. I bet he'll be in an orphanage somewhere."

Ivan lay in his crib staring out into the room. A nurse, who worked at the orphanage, smiled down at him as she smoothed his hair. A few minutes ago couples who wanted children had cpme to adopt. No one had chosen Ivan. They had barely even looked at him.

"We'll find you a home little one. One day soon two people will walk in and see you and say 'That's him, that's the one I love'" She thought he couldn't understand her, but he did…every word. He sighed a little sigh and closed his eyes. 'There's something odd about me. It isn't the way I look or act, it's just a sense or an aura they feel around me. I can see the confusion in their eyes. Why can't I be normal?' He looked up at the nurse again and tried to tell her this, but all he succeeded in doing was making little gurgling sounds. The nurse smiled and cooed at him not noticing what he was trying to convey. 'Why don't they understand!? I feel like there's a part of me missing! Something…memories...I can't remember! I need to leave this place!!' He turned his eyes from the nurse to the glass window ceiling. A bird soared across the view and Ivan shifted eagerly. 'Flying! Yes! That's it!' The infant concentrated on the concept of flight. He began to float a few inches above the bed right as the nurse turned and walked away. Luck was in his favor.

"Welcome to Saint Mary's Orphanage. May I help you?" An elderly nurse asked someone who arrived at the front. He started to levitate higher when he heard a voice that sounded…familiar for some reason.

"Yes I would like to adopt a baby."

"Are you married?" The nurse asked skeptically.

"Well I- uh…newly wed actually. Not used to saying that yet" 009 smiled sheepishly, hoping she would think his blush was from thinking about his "wife" rather than lying.

"Aw I see! Good luck to the both of you." she smiled, "Where is your wife today?"

"Well she isn't feeling too well. She didn't want to give the children whatever she's sick with." 009 explained hurriedly.

"Oh bless her heart. Come with me sir."

Ivan hurriedly placed himself back on the mattress as the woman walked in, and behind her was the one who the voice surely belonged to. A tall, brown haired, young man approached the cradle and peered over the side at him. He grinned down at Ivan.

"Hey little guy." The nurse appeared beside the brown haired youth looking from him to Ivan and back again.

"He's been here longer than any of our infants. Parents just seem to shy away from him."

"I like him. What's his name?"

"Ivan." The nurse replied. 009 reached in and picked up the small child, grinning at him. "Yes the misses will certainly like you." He turned toward the nurse, cradling the baby carefully. "She's not able to have children. We've been married for about a year and just recently found this out. It's been hard on her."

"Oh the poor dear!" the nurse patted him on the shoulder gently. "Ivan is a fine boy. He is calm and hardly ever cries." 009 nodded, surprised at how easily the lie was shaping itself now.

"I think she'll love him." He told the nurse. She smiled brightly.

"Well come this way and we'll fill out the paperwork!" She practically danced back towards the front desk, happy that Ivan would finally have a home. 009 signed the forms quickly and said many goodbyes to the excited nurse.

As he carried Ivan out of the room he began speaking to him. "I know exactly how you feel. I grew up in an orphanage in Japan. No one ever wanted me because I wasn't like everyone else. It made me feel hurt and alone. I eventually got too old to stay in the orphanage so I moved out, got a job, and made some friends. Eight of them to be exact." Ivan turned his head to look at him sharply. He'd seen the brown headed man before! "Yes I know you understand me. You recognize me don't you? You're one of my friends Ivan. You have the strongest mind of all of us. You've got to try to remember me." 009 had reached a car that was parked outside and got into the passenger side. Dr. Gilmore sat at the wheel. He looked at Ivan, dumbfounded.

"You found him!" Ivan stared at the doctor. 'I know him too…he's…he helped me before. Me and others. Others like…'

"J…Joe?" Joe smiled brightly nodded quickly in response to the comment no one but he could have heard.

"Welcome back 001. I knew I could find the mental key.'

"Mental key?"

"Your memory was blocked off and replaced by a new one, but the new one isn't big enough to fill in all the gaps, or strong enough to permanently block the real one especially in your mind. Dr. Gilmore figured as much. His theory turned out to be correct."

"Yes…yes that makes complete sense. I felt empty in a way, a sense of wrongness in the situation I was in. The others might be harder to convince, because they had more time to live than I, before they were turned into Cyborgs." Joe nodded again as Dr. Gilmore pulled out onto the quiet road.

"Let's go find the others little guy."