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A Psychologist's Day and Life

Chapter Three: Questions Answered And A New Room

I failed to mentioned at the beginning that anime shows weren't the only things I watched. Every Tuesday night, I caught an episode of House M.D. I had to admit, my current state of mind was that of the main character (Gregory House) while Remington's attitude was like his friend (James Wilson). So I decided then and there I would treat every situation that this world presented me as an episode of House. (Pretty sharp, huh?)

I didn't think that my present situation wouldn't get worse for me…but it did.

After learning Remington's predicament, I decided to play along with the current events as they unravelled. Like I told you before, I had an idea about what was about to go down so I thought I'd myself prepared. However that all changed when we got to the cafeteria. The place was packed as it was lunch time. The massive chatting, talking, and laughing, just like at high school. And they call themselves a military facility. Remington and I took a seat that was secluded from the crowd. Bread rolls, utensils and plates were already in place. He had spaghetti and meatballs with light tomato sauce. I just had the bread rolls with butter. We both had cool glasses of water.

After a few minutes of silence, Remington finally talked. To break the ice, sort of speak.

"Not hungry?" he asked me. I was stuffing my face while he asked me this. I gave one big gulp and replied, "Not for anything big. Anyways, back to our discussion."

"Here we go," he mumbled as he took a fork full of spaghetti.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked him.

"Well, after your little meltdown in the halls, I thought that we ended that discussion."

"That wasn't a meltdown, that was the truth," I said to him, with a look. "And besides, I've still have a couple of questions for you."

"Alright, alright, fine," he finally relented. "What do you want to know?"

"One: when can I go back?"

"You can go back after we've saved Rosette from the fate that the future plans to put her through."

"Listen, I told you I've…ah, never mind," I took another bite of my bread roll. I was tired of justifying myself in not changing the future.

"Two: how did you come about knowing me?"

Remington finished his plate of pasta, "As I said before, you were the closest one. That and…well…"

"Yes…."

"Well…I recently stumbled on a website called Fanfiction that posts up stories."

"Shit."

"After finding out more about the Chrono Crusade topic, I found a category that lists all the stories written by the people of your future."

"Shit, shit."

"It seemed to me that your people know our lives. Reading through every story until…"

"What?"

"…I went to one of your stories."

"Shit infinity plus one, I knew he was going to say that," I also failed to mention that my fanfics I've written before were…unrealistic. But I didn't care. The number of hits and the reviews was all that mattered. When started his explanation, I knew that he must have read my stories. "How did you track me down?"

"After looking at your stories, which by the way were…interesting but relativity close to my goal, I went to your profile and found your e-mail address. You should really change your e-mail name, it's so obvious. Having a name as an e-mail isn't very smart.

"What do you know, you don't even have an e-mail account."

" One hack in the government's computer and all of your information was there."

"Three: Since when did you become a hacker?"

"When I mastered the laptop and read a book all about it. It was included with the laptop."

"Okay…right," I reached for a bread roll but didn't find any. I got up, "I guess lunch is over, right?"

"Yes," Remington said getting up as well. "I have some work to do. You can roam around the compound but not leave it. Be back in Sister Kate's office by seven." He walked off.

"You stuck up priest," I mumbled. Technically he wasn't a priest, but a minister. However I was too pissed at him to even notice.

I walked around the compound, seeing the chapel, the training ground and various other places. I then came across the elder's workshop.

"Might as well," I thought to myself. I opened the door and let myself in. There were an abundant amount of inventions, gears, gadgets and all sorts of mechanical stuff.

"Who's there?" a gruff old voice asked. An old man with a black cap in out from the other room, wearing a white lab coat, brown pants and really thick black glasses. "Oh, it's you. Azmaria told me about the new guy."

"Bert," I introduced myself.

He gave a shake, "I'm Edward Hamilton but everyone calls me 'elder'."

"Why am I not surprised?" I asked myself. "Just smile and wave…smile and wave."

"It seems that my reputation has even reached San Francisco. Have you come to look at my inventions?" he asked me expectantly.

"Well…I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt…"

"Good!" he exclaimed and he tugged my arm through his workshop. I didn't know how long it must have took to have covered the whole workshop before he let me go. He was a good guy but as bit as annoying as Azmaria and speaking of which when I emerged from the workshop it was already sunset. I took a good look at my watch (which I was wearing when I was transferred, by the way).

"Damn, it's six o'clock already. Elder really likes to brag a lot. I passed the fountain without even knowing it and then…she called out.

"Hey, hey, Bert, right over here!" I looked at the fountain to find Azmaria with a choir book. Naturally, I went over to her.

"Hi Az," I greeted her. Her smile was present, as always.

"How are you enjoying your stay here?" she asked me.

"Well…I…very good actually." At least that part was true. "Anyways," I looked at her book, "a singer, eh?"

She looked at her book , then back at me, "Uh-uh! I've like to sing all my life. It's one of my talents…" she trailed off. She then mumbled, "Wished it wasn't though."

"You say something?" I said, totally aware of her mumbling.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean…whoops, I promised my friends I would meet them somewhere."

"Who exactly are your friends?" I asked. I knew about her friends. However, for the sake of not totally destroying the natural order of things I pretended not to know about them.

"Chrono and Rosette. They're both great friends. That's all I can tell you about them," then she got up. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah…later Az," I said to her, half smiling. It was sad. Someone who wishes that their own talent was gone. And I thought I was miserable. I walked up and down the halls, towards the cafeteria as I didn't get dinner yet.

"Well this day is going well. First I find myself in a world that I never thought of going to, I get a job as a psychologist without any real training in the field and now I have the knowledge of everything that will happen in this pathetic universe and I can't even tell!" Then I bumped into someone.

"Sorry buddy, didn't see where I was…going…"I trailed off because in front of me was a purple headed boy who was wearing red. He gave a smile.

"Oh, that's alright. Don't worry about it," he blinked. I blinked. He blinked and then said, "You're not from around here are you?"

"No shit, Sherlock. That's right, I'm the new transfer here. You can call me Bert." I extended my hand towards him. "Great…now I'm shaking hands with the Sinner…"

"I'm Chrono. I was just making my way back to the elder's workshop. You know, some …uh…special errands."

I looked at him. He was obviously lying. "Chrono," I looked at him with a look, "You don't have to lie to me."

He looked at me with a guilty look. He whispered, "How did you…"

"I can tell…" I put my hand around him, a comforting gesture. "Get some sleep, you'll need your strength."

He walked away quietly. "Oh, Chrono?" I called out to him. He looked at me.

"I am your friend, not your enemy. You can trust me."

He gave a nod and continued on his way. After my stuffing frenzy at the cafeteria (I had pea soup, salted crackers and chocolate ice cream for desert) I went to Sister Kate's office (after asking for directions of course) where Remington was waiting for me.

"You're late," he said in a grave tone. "What kept you?"

"A run-in with a Sinner," I said, equally sarcastic. "What do you think?"

"You've met Chrono?"

"As well as the elder and a few others."

"That's what I want to talk to you about."

"About…"

"About your conditions. Follow me." We went through a long hall, made a left and then through another long hall. As we walked, he explained.

"This is the work part of the Order. Where we do all the paper work, all the necessary contracts…"

"All the apology letters," I mumbled.

"I heard that," he said chuckling, "and yes she's here two times a week."

He opened a door and we went inside. There was a wooden desk with writing utensils, two book shelves on the sides, a green rug on the floor and another door on the left side of the room. It also had a huge window, just like in Sister Kate's office.

"This is where you're going to conduct your work. Sister Kate will set up appointments for the people who needed to speak with you. I know that you have no experience in the field however you can determine the best course of action through your adolescent experience."

"Great…" I said to him. I looked around and noticed the door. "What's in there?"

He smiled. "This…" he said as he opened the door. Inside was a bed, another desk and a red rug.

"You're lucky that this room doubles as a bedroom."

"Oh," I said as I took into my surroundings. "Hey wait a minute! You said that you hid all the stuff you got from the future in here."

"Yes…" he said, going to the desk. He pushed a secret button under it and soon a laptop and printer came out from the desk and a TV in the drawer revealed itself."

"You're sure that this is the only stuff you took from the future," I asked him. I didn't want any surprises from him.

"Yes, I'm sure. Anyways, let me talk to you about some rules. There are five in all and you must remember them. Are you ready?"

"Ready," I said, sitting on the bed. "A momma's boy…just great…"

"One, there will be no discussions about the future in public this information is strictly between us. Two, there will be no harassing the people here. Three, all activities outside of the compound must be talked about with me and I must approve of this. Four, if you experience any difficulties in your job, please talk to me. And the most important thing of all is…"

"Yes…" I said expectantly. I was really surprised and was laughing so hard when he said this. I thought I was going to die.

"… …The Rosette factor."

"…I'm sorry, you must have said something crazy. Did I hear you right? The Rosette factor?"

"Yes. I've been working closely with her since the last few years. She's can be very determined to find out about something. Trust me, she's like a bull when she's angry and will go in great lengths to find out something. Stay away from Rosette Christopher."

"Understood," I said to him. This would be proven difficult, however, as she could be everywhere or anywhere.

"I'll leave you now. We begin after breakfast. Have a good night." Remington took a bow and then left me. Hearing the door close behind me, I locked the front door.

"Nice looking office," I thought to myself. I then closed the door to my bedroom, undressed myself for sleep, got on the laptop and gone to my hotmail. My eyes widened as I read the screen.

"What do you know? I got a review."

After finishing my work on the laptop, I pushed the button to hide everything again. I went to my bed, said my prayers and then landed myself to sleep.

My mind, however, kept me awake. "Tomorrow's a busy day. If you want to get home, you have to follow Remington's rules." However you've got to admit, some of his rules were a bit off.

I scoffed quietly, "The Rosette factor. Who ever heard such a thing? Why do I have a feeling that I'll be seeing her a lot in this world?

Tomorrow will be another day. Just like training day. Anyways, please R&R and I do hope you'll come back for more. (No flames)