Psyche-Out walked into Flint's hospital room and sat down across from him. "I hear you had a little problem this morning."
Flint refused to look at Psyche-Out. "That is not my wife." Flint's voice was dull and flat.
"Why do you say that?" Psyche-Out asked as he took notes in a file on his lap.
Flint finally turned his head to look at Psych-Out. "Because I saw her die. I went to her funeral. She's been dead for over a year!" He was getting upset. Why didn't anyone believe him?
"No, the Red Shadows ran you off the road six months ago and captured you. Lady Jaye tried to get to you but she didn't get to you in time." Psyche-Out's voice was calm and patient.
"But I remember…"
"No what you remember are the fake memories that machine you have been hooked to implanted into your mind. I had hoped they had only started using that machine. I see now I was wrong."
Flint ran a hand over his face as if wiping something off of it. "Oh God," he whispered.
"Alison hasn't given up hope of finding you. She kept looking on her own until we had to secure her here at the base. She wanted you back before the baby came."
Flint looked at him again. "How is…"
"Alison is resting right now in a private room. I cannot tell you where yet."
"Why?" Flint sounded hurt.
"We need to make sure no more of these outbursts will occur first."
"Is she…"
"She and the baby are alright. She just needs to be on bed rest for a few days as a precaution."
Flint's heart was breaking. He had hurt the person that meant more to him than his own life and all because of what the Red Shadow's had done to him. "What have I done?"
"You did what any of us would have done in your place. You lashed out at what you believed was an imposter."
"T…tell her…"
"What Dashiel?"
"Tell her I'm sorry I hurt her. Tell her that I love her." Flint's voice was barely audible.
It hurt Psyche-Out deeply to hear this big strong man like that. "I will. Get some rest and I'll be back later to check on you." With that he left, leaving Flint to figure his way out of his confusion.
