Sebastian spent the majority of the evening making his rounds, tending to patients, even going as far as saying goodbye to those he actually got know personally in their time at Dresden Memorial. Goodbye was something you rarely wanted to say in a hospital,. especially when you are talking Doctor to Patient and the patient hadn't recovered yet...it basically sounded like a death sentence. But he merely told them he was going on an extended vacation.. For the most part this was true, in a matter of hours he would most likely be in prison, pending on what 'The Ripper' had in store for him.

After handing his duties over to the on call doctor, he returned to his office to collect a few personal effects. He didn't keep much about his life in the magical world with him when he came over to the muggle side of the fence. His wand, his father's wand and his diploma from Wakanda... which was carefully hidden behind his fake degree from Harvard Med. There was nothing at his home that he really cared to take with him, most of it was trivial. Clothes and such.

From that point on he spent the rest of the night into the early hours of the morning listening to his Early Day of Led Zeppelin over and over again.. If there was one thing that muggles could do right, it was music. Sometimes he found the only way that he could manage to relax was to get the Led out. Along with his aural repetition he continually found himself counting the seconds as they ticked away on his desk clock until it reached.

"Four O'Clock, Dr. Cale. Shit or get off the pot."

Sebastian spun his chair around slowly to face his visitor, once again with his fingers crossed in front of his mouth once again. Only this time his index fingers were pressed firmly against his lips. Leaning up against the bookcase was the young man who stood beside Mr. Reppir last night.

"What? No surprised gasp? No sudden swearing? Hell you didn't even twitch... almost like you knew I was here..."

"...You were tapping your foot."

"Well invisibility cloaks only go so far... have you made a decision?"

"Almost. I need some answers."

"To late for answers, isn't it? You've two options. A) You go to jail for a laundry list of crimes, including some federal ones or B) You come with us, you do a job, and we give you a fresh start. And that's it."

"How does a group of people such as yourselves go about giving people a fresh start?"

"Well usually we just blackmail the CEO of some company or the dead of some school to take on the person we are helping out."

"Oh." Sebastian's hands parted and lay on their assigned armrests. "So you consider coming here and throwing a wrench in my gears helping me?"

"As a matter of fact yes," The young man said as he pushed away from the bookcase, gesturing slightly to the various pictures of Sebastian's illusion and his 'family' situated around the room. "You did a real good job setting up this whole deal. Changed the right memories, filed the right paperwork, you even went the extra step to put a few black mark's on your own record so as to not look suspiciously perfect. But you forgot one very important detail."

"And what was that?"

"You're seventeen years old. And just like the long prestigious line of all teenagers, back to the beginning, you thought you knew everything. That no one could touch you."

"So where did I mess up?" Sebastian turned in his chair along with his guest, making sure to not show his back to him.

"It was actually a fair bit of luck on our part. Now seeing that this is a muggle hospital you figured you wouldn't have to keep such a low profile as far as wand waving went, especially with it tucked up your sleeve the way it was. No real chance of a wizard or witch passing through to see it, was there? And you were right in a sense, it wasn't one of us that finally noticed you."

"Then who was it?".

"A squib by the name of Marla Dresden."

"...that bitch on the Board of Directors? She's always had it in for me.."

"Careful... that bitch is my mother."

"...sorry."

"Nah, Don't be. She can be a bitch. But in all reality you should be thanking her."

Sebastian's eyes locked with his dark haired visitor as he plopped into the chair on the other side of the desk. "And why is that?"

"Because she came to me instead of going to the Aurors. She came to me to give you a chance. You spend all your time in this place, the bank records show you rarely even cash your paycheck, and you have never let a patient die. Not once. Hell man I even heard you went a week without sleep. That's why we sent Jaisen in."

"To keep an eye on me."

"No, to make sure you didn't kill yourself while saving them. You're useless to us if you're dead... cept maybe as a cup holder or something."

"What purpose?"

The dark haired man picked up one of the books on Sebastian's desk and began to thumb through it. "Save the world."

Sebastian scoffed. "You're joking"

"Yes."

"Thought so."

The book was suddenly back on the table with a load clap. "You're going to keep me and the team alive while we save the world." There was no hint of humor in any part of the man's face.

"...that or jail huh?"

"A or B."

"A or B... and you say you can get me my job back?"

"No, I never said that, I said a fresh start."

"And what does that consist of?"

"A starting job here at this hospital, your name wiped from everyone's mind, and the option of never having to listen to my mother ever again. That last one was her idea, she figured you'd heard enough of her. Tyler Dresden's mother keeps her promises."

"Deal."

"Great! Well we already picked up all the stuff you need from your house..."

"...how did you know I was going to say yes?"

" ...well if you didn't say yes you were going to prison... so I was going to sell most of it."

"Right..."

"Fuck man, I'm kidding. You're a good guy doing good things in a bad way. You were never going jail.. Now lets get going, the others are waiting."

"Others?"

"The rest of the team. With you on board that means we are all clear to move out, so I'm sure they are dying to meet you."

"Move what out?"

"Fucking hell you ask a lot of questions..."

"Well I am sorta in the dark about this whole deal."

"Tell me, Dr. Cale. What was the last you heard about Harry Potter?"