"Hi."
Phil looked round from his spot in the cargo bay to find Captain Lance standing watching him, "Hi?"
She walked over and slid onto the nearest crate to sit, "Are you okay?"
He shrugged, "Just thinking."
"Gideon told me you've been here for a couple of hours," she noted, "And you're not really making any effort to get your memory back."
"Captain Lance…" he started.
"Sara," she corrected.
"Sara," Phil conceded, "I'm me. I am happy being me and, from what Gideon has told me, Rip Hunter's life was not a good one. His wife is dead, his son is dead, the people he worked for and trusted betrayed him in the worst way possible. He has nothing left, does he?"
"Well," Sara winced.
"Then why would I want to remember any of that?" Phil demanded, "Why would I want to remember finding the people I love murdered? My life might not be fantastic but it's still mine."
Sliding off the crate, Sara sat at his side, "Look, I understand that this is strange but we need Rip. We need his knowledge as well as his expertise to stop the three men who attacked you and your friend."
Shaking his head Phil gave a snort of derision, "You need his knowledge and expertise. Not him. I don't remember anything about being him and nothing you've said makes me want to."
x
"Gideon," Phil called as he walked through the corridors of the ship, "I want to be left alone. Stop telling people where to find me."
"My apologies, Mr Gasmer," Gideon said, "But Captain Lance was concerned for you."
Phil snorted, "I doubt that."
He continued wandering not sure where he was going. He didn't want to run into any of the others because they all looked at him the same way.
Like he wasn't real.
That he was a lie.
"Can I do anything to help?" Gideon asked concern in her voice.
"Find me a place they'll leave me alone for a while," Phil told her.
"Of course," she said, "Follow the lights and it will take you somewhere you can hide."
He frowned at her tone and choice of words but followed the path she made for him in silence. Reaching a door, he walked inside and stared at the room he was in.
"Where am I?"
"This is the engine room," Gideon explained, "If you go to the furthest corner you will find a hidden door. Only Mr Jackson will enter the engine room with any regularity, but he doesn't know about this room. You will not be disturbed."
Phil rolled his eyes at her, "I can do without the judgement, Gideon."
Reaching the back of the room, he found the door and waited it to open. Walking in he was surprised to see that although it was a small room it had a comfortable chair, several books and what he worked out after several minutes was a smaller version of the machine from the kitchen.
"I take it he used this place a lot," Phil noted as he dropped into the seat.
"With the Legends on board, Captain Hunter found that they did not seem to know the meaning of the word privacy," Gideon explained, "He set this room up to give himself a small place to escape when he needed some time alone."
Phil smiled slightly as he picked up one of the books, "And you never told them this was here?"
"Of course not," Gideon replied softly, "This was a sanctuary for him and now for you. I assure you, Mr Gasmer."
Phil looked up the way he'd seen the other members of the crew do when talking to her, "Why?"
"Because even without your memories," Gideon replied, "You are still the same man in many ways."
Phil dropped his head, "Am I?"
"You are still kind, intelligent, creative and brave," she told him, "No matter who you chose to be, Mr Gasmer I will do everything to support that choice with the crew."