The chair wasn't comfortable, but that was the least of Danny's worries as he waited for Dr. Franks to finish reading the file. He had been sitting there for twenty-eight long minutes and there was no sign this would end anytime soon. Thirteen minutes later the file was calmly placed on the desk and Franks looked up at him.

"Why do you think your a cop?" he asked

"Because I am a cop," came a blunt reply. "I've been a cop for nine years, and I intend to stay a cop until I either retire or get shot and die." Damn drugs.

"Why don't you tell me about your childhood."

"Why? You wouldn't believe me anyway."

"Humor me, Ian."

"It's Danny."

"Humor me, 'Danny'."

"Fine. I grew up in Staten Island with my dad and my brother. My mom died when I was a kid and my dad started drinking, and when I was fifteen, Louie took off." Damn drugs! "I played in the minors then went to the academy and graduated top off my class. Anything else?"

Franks stared at him for a few minutes without saying anything, then he sighed and said, "This is quite a grand delusion you've created for yourself, one of the biggest I've ever seen. But it's not real. Your father told us your real history." Danny frowned.

"Enlighten me, then."

"You grew up in Portland, Oregon. Your mother died from cancer when you were seven and then you and your father moved to Bangor, Maine. You ran away when you were fourteen; your father has been looking for you ever since. You are an only child and your name is Ian Lumos."

"Uh-huh, and this is what you believe?" Danny asked, effectively switching their roles.

"Yes, your father was very adament about it."

"How do you know that I'm really Ian? A simple blood test would clear this all up."

"Your father already brought us the results of a blood test."

"And how does it make you feel when I say that that's a load of crap?"

"Well, it makes me feel that..." Franks had finally got on to what Danny was doing. He glared at Danny. "I can see that you are going to be a problem."

"No, really?" Danny asked sarcastically, "What made you decide that? Was the fact that I was shrinking you, or was it that I'm.Not.Ian?"

"I'm giving the order to up your medication; we do not need another rebel." Franks smiled when he saw Danny's skin go pale. "That should shut you up. Now get out."

Danny stood and fixed the docter with an icy glare. "This isn't over."

Well, at least now we know what the hell is going on.

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