"Hello," Lincoln Potter greeted softly as he entered the hospital room. "J.C."
J.C. had been the name being tossed around by the mass media. They actually had no idea if Ortiz had ever gone by that nickname in his first life. It would make everyone ridiculous to refer to a small child as Juice. He was given a brief confused look. Then, J.C. studied the blanket's pattern as if it held the answers to life's questions.
"My name is Mr. Potter," he began as he sat on the bed's edge. "I know this is very scary for you, but I need you to be brave." He opened the thick manila folder and began putting the small photos in a row on the bed. "Do you recognize any of these people?"