I'm so sorry I didn't update over the weekend! I'm ill and my computer is broken. I'm not in school right now so I'm home alone and I burrowed dad's computer to edit this chapter. My entire family uses dad's computer though, so that's why I couldn't find the time to edit this chapter over the weekend, and I was mostly lying in bed, coughing and trying to read or find out what my friends did in school :D

Anyway, the chapter is here and I hope you'll enjoy it! I also hope my dad buys a new screen today (that's what's broken on my computer) so I can finally write something and continue with the fanfic :)

Hope you're enjoying the fanfic so far! ;)

CHAPTER 3
All the Strange Things

It's been almost a week and Merlin was still in the hospital. No one told him his name and no one came to see him other than that girl – which only meant one thing – he did not have friends. What kind of person could he have been? What does it say about his personality? Agatha didn't tell him anything and he didn't know anything.

He might as well be no one.

"Hi," Agatha said when she visited him the first time after the accident. The doctor left them alone, despite knowing they didn't know each other before – that only meant that she wasn't his friend either. Did he have family? What about pets? A phone with contact numbers?

He was lying in his bed when he nodded. "Hi." He replied. It didn't sound happy, but how could he have been? He had no memory of his life before the accident and after the accident his life sucked. And his right arm was in a cast.

She smiled slightly and sat down on the lonely chair beside his bed. His head was turned towards her and he didn't feel like turning away, so he just sighed and looked up.

"I'm Agatha." She started. She had a little notepad and a pen in her hands. Was she a journalist? A cop? Psychiatrist? "I'm a writer."

Well, okay.

"I'm..." he started only to stop in mid-sentence when he realized he didn't have an answer for anything. "... thankful." He smiled genuinely. "That you saved my life. Thanks."

She smiled and tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her right ear. "It was pure luck that I saw you by the hill."

"Or destiny." He smiled and paused again. He frowned as if he could see something, sense something, feel something familiar and yet in a second it was all gone. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment.

"Does destiny tell you something?" She asked, noticing his brief reaction. Her eyes were filled with curiosity when he looked up at her again. They were brown... more like hazel.

"I don't know." He raised his left hand slightly and let it fall down again on the soft blanket. "I don't even know if it should tell me anything... let's leave it." He insisted. "So... what was your name again?"

She quickly wrote something into that little notepad and looked up at him again, smiling. "Agatha Black. I'm 24 and I'm a writer."

"Anything I've read?" He asked, genuinely interested in the answer. Better than his conversation with the doctor after all.

She blushed and looked down, smiling slighty. "No, I've never published anything. I'm just... not sure I'm ready for that yet." She looked up at him as he nodded. "I'm..." she started again, pausing. "I want to help you. If that's alright."

"It is." He smiled. "You can call me... um... what about Marvin? That sounds... nice." He laughed as she nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Marvin." She held up her hand and when Merlin took it, he replied.

"Nice to meet you, Agatha Black. My new friend."

Then the doctor came in again and said Merlin needed to rest. Agatha had to leave, but she promised she'd visit him every day. And she did. She even promised she'd take him back to his house after they let him out of the hospital so she could be there for him. She said she'd help him with everything he needed. For which he was glad.

And sure enough, five days after he woke up in the hospital, the doctor let him come back home.

"Are you sure this is the right way to my house?" Merlin asked for the third time already. Agatha was 'taking him home' in her car, but he noticed that they'd left the town.

"Yeah, you live alone outside the town." She confirmed his worries.

"Why would I live there?" He asked. Seriously, why would he live all alone, outside of a place full of people? How did he survive there?

"Hey, do you trust me?" She glanced at him and smiled, quickly looking back on the road. "Do you?"

"I've only known you for about five days, I'm not sure. But yeah, probably." Merlin hesitantly answered. He knew a lot of things about Agatha, but she didn't know a thing about him. He felt a little guilty that he couldn't tell her even his name.

"Great. Then trust me because I know where you live." She smiled and gripped the steering wheel tighter. "And once you're home, we'll figure everything out."

"What if I don't want that?" Merlin whispered.

"What?" She heard him, damn it. "Of course you want to know who you were, why wouldn't you?"

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Because whoever I was, that person lived alone and had no friends or family. He had no one and I don't know why. What if I'm a criminal?"

Agatha was silent for a moment. She probably didn't think about that. "You're not a criminal, you're nice." She tried to reason with him, but he just rolled his eyes.

"I might be nice now, but what if I wasn't a nice person and once I remember I'm not that likable anymore? If I used to be nice, how come I have no friends?"

"You have me." She smiled as she stopped the car and looked at him. "And I'm going to help you find out what kind of person you were." When he didn't say anything and just kept staring out of the window, she sighed. "We're here."

She got out of the car and he managed to open the door with his left arm, but Agatha was already standing on his side of the car, helping him out anyway. His leg was mostly healed now, but he was limping slightly – nothing he wanted to worry about though.

As he stepped out of the car, a sort of garden surrounded by a wall awaited him. The wall looked like from some old castle that was buried under the garden. There was also a gate, but luckily he had the keys with him when he woke up in the hospital. At least now he knew where the lock was.

He hesitantly stepped forward and turned around again to see the lake with the hill in the middle. The beautiful Glastonbury Tor was standing there as always, tall and proud protector of the lake.

Protector of the lake.

"Marvin?" He heard Agatha's voice calling him from the back. He blinked and took a deep breath. There was something about the lake, the Tor... there was something. He just didn't know what – that was his new problem nowadays. There was always something about something and he couldn't figure out what that something was.

He turned back to Agatha and smiled awkwardly. Then he noticed she was writing something into her notepad again. "What are you writing?" He asked.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Just a few notes about what might make you remember. It's supposed to help you, the doctor suggested it."

He was almost sure she lied about that, but he didn't mind. A few notes couldn't hurt, could they? "Alright." He shrugged and looked down at the keys in his palm. He squeezed them and walked over to the gate, determined.

"Time to find out more about me." He said as he put the key into the key hole with his left arm and pulled. The lock clicked and the gate opened. Excited, they both entered the garden.

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As soon as the gate was opened, Agatha felt adrenaline rushing through her whole body. This was the moment she'd been waiting for – find out who Marvin was, find out how he lived and why he lived there and everything else that other people from the town couldn't figure out.

She felt special and so excited, but she knew that the main reason she was now standing in the garden with Marvin by her side was that she wanted to help him.

He was the most interesting person she's ever met. The strangest person.

"It's beautiful." She smiled when she looked around. There was a little round flowerbed, full of wallflowers and the grass looked taken care of. Marvin was probably a very excited gardener. Agatha pulled out her notepad again and turned to a blank page.

Gardener. An interesting hobby.

She really needed to be more creative as a writer. Maybe she should give one of her characters some weird and unusual hobby and then base one chapter on it...

"So it seems I love my garden." Marvin shrugged when he saw Agatha was looking into her notepad again. He looked around and smiled. "It really is beautiful."

"It is." Agatha nodded as she put her notepad and her pen back into her pocket.

There was a tree with some bushes and the garden went around the house too. No one could see into the garden from the road outside unless they would go to the gate and look through the bars. A clever idea for a person as lonely and secretive as Marvin seemed to be.

"What I don't understand is the wall around." Marvin continued and walked over to the corner of the garden next to the house. He touched the cold stone wall and frowned. "Why not a simple fence? That's what most people do, right?"

"Yeah." Agatha nodded as she went closer to him. "You probably didn't want people to see inside. I didn't know you, but I think you were that kind of person who liked his privacy."

"Hm." Marvin sighed and turned back to her with a smile. "We can find out. I have keys to the house." He said and went in front of the main door with Agatha in tow. He looked down at the keys in his left palm.

The key to the gate was big, so it was no problem to use it. On the other hand, the key to the house was smaller and after a few seconds Marvin realized he was unable to grab the single key between the fingers of his left hand.

"Could you... please..." He turned to her and gave her the keys.

"Yeah, sure." She nodded and after he stepped back and she found the right key, she finally opened the door.

It was dark inside. So the first thing to find was the light switch – but she couldn't find it anywhere on the wall. "I can't find the switch." She mumbled when she realized Merlin went inside right after her. It could be on the door, or maybe on a wall behind some bookshelf with no back. But she couldn't find anything, until Merlin suddenly slapped his cheek instead of clapping his hands and the light appeared.

She looked up at him with a grin on her face. "You remembered."

Marvin shrugged as if it was no big deal, but she noticed there was a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. "It would seem so." Then his smile disappeared as he looked around the inside of the house. "I can't remember anything else though."

"That's alright," she walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll remember soon enough. The doctor said that you might remember if you talked to someone you knew, so-"

"But no one came to visit me in the hospital, no friends or family-"

"That's why we need to find your birth certificate." She smiled triumphantly. "Everyone has parents."

"True," he smiled. "So let's go and find it."

"Let's go and find it." Agatha repeated with a smile. She couldn't wait to finally find out who Marvin was, and she really hoped it would help him remember somehow. Not only because she was curious, but also because she didn't know what she would do if she lost her memories and was hopelessly looking around her own house.

They took off their shoes and left them by the door that Marvin had closed. In front of them were stairs leading to the second floor, but they agreed to look there after they've searched through the rooms downstairs.

On the right side of the stairs was a living room. There was a window and another door leading to the corner of the garden where they were. They could see a bench swing outside with a little table and a chair. Inside the room was a couch set with a tv set and another little table and one bigger table – a dining table probably, behind the couches.

Agatha noticed a bookshelf standing against the wall, full of books, and even some candles around.

"I really don't get why I don't have friends, they'd love a place like this." Marvin grinned as he walked over to the bookshelf and picked a book. "Look, it's Harry Potter!"

"Seems you're a Harry Potter fan," she grinned when she saw the entire collection of J. books on the shelf. She started going through the books and her smile got even bigger. "And also Game of Thrones fan, and a Hobbit and Lord of the Rings fan, and you have some Jane Austen's books too and even Agatha Christie and-"

"Hey," Marvin laughed as he put the books back. "Everyone loves those books. So the first thing I know about myself is that I read awesome books."

"I read awesome books too, you know?" She smiled. "Haven't gone through the entire Game of Thrones series yet, but I'm getting there."

"Alright, let's search the other room." Merlin changed the subject and turned around. "This seems more like a fun room, or something. I need to know more."

"So you finally want to discover who you were?" She couldn't help but ask.

Marvin was silent for a moment. "Maybe." He admitted. "I just don't like not knowing."

They went back to the main door and stopped in front of another door. Agatha reached for the handle and tried to push it down, but... "It's locked," she paused.

"A locked door, hm?" Merlin frowned and tried the handle again. "What could I be hiding there?" He mumbled. Then he reached for the keys in his pocket and handed them to Agatha. She took them.

"No, none of these fit." She said after a while and her frown deepened. "You really are a mystery, aren't you?" She looked up at him, but his expression was blank. Then she noticed a slight hint of fear in his face. "What is it?"

"Agatha, think!" He kept staring at the door. "I live alone and don't talk to people. I don't have friends or family and apparently I don't work anywhere since no one in the town knows me!" His breaths were becoming quicker as he was putting the information he's gathered so far together. "That means I don't have anyone I care about, I don't make relationships! And yet here we are in a beautiful garden, a big house full of expensive books and furniture and a secret locked room that we don't even have the key to!"

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm a serial killer!" He exclaimed, almost moving with his broken arm that was comfortably pressed against his chest in the cloth that was tied around his neck.

Agatha forced a laugh and when she saw Marvin wasn't buying it, she put her hands on his shoulders again and made him look into her eyes. "Marvin, now listen to me." She started with a steady voice. "You're not a serial killer."

"But how do you-"

"If you were a serial killer, you'd have to leave your house to go and kill people!" She reasoned. "We didn't find any weapons that would-"

"They can be right in this room!" Marvin pointed out, but Agatha shushed him once again.

"No, listen. If you were a serial killer, you wouldn't be here to watch the lake every morning and evening!"

Merlin pursed his lips as he paused and thought about it. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "Why am I going to that lake?" He whispered.

Agatha squeezed his shoulders and offered a smile. "That's what we're here to figure out." She told him. "Don't cry, Marvin. You're not a serial killer." She added when she noticed the tears on his cheeks.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "That's not why I'm crying."

"Why then?" She frowned and tried to make him look at her, but he kept his eyes closed and shook his head, letting a weak laugh out.

"Now that's the worst thing." He finally opened his eyes and used the back of his left hand to brush away the tears. "I don't have a clue."

Agatha was silent for a few moments, but seeing that Marvin was trying to calm himself down, she smiled at him again. "Let's go, we can return to the room once we're done with the rest of the house.

He nodded and distanced himself from her to continue into the other room on the left side of the stairs. He didn't say anything when she took out her notepad again and wrote something down. Maybe it would help him remember after all, or at least keep a list of his reactions to certain things.

As it turned out, the next room was a kitchen. There was also a tiny room positioned under the stairs that provided some space for supplies. Nothing particularly interesting, and unless Marvin used to hide his birth certificate in the fridge, Agatha doubted this room was any use for them.

And so they moved upstairs – which turned out to be the best and most interesting part of the house.

TBC

A little spoiler maybe: I still don't know what to put into that locked room, any ideas? It can't be the sword because Merlin tossed it into the lake in the last episode. Some garden equipment, maybe? XD Or Arthur's armour and the rest of his things waiting for him to return? *inserts thinking face emoji* What do you guys think? And did you like the chapter?

Thanks for reading! :)