-1She was led to a small, bare room furnished with a plain white dresser and a small bed, too small for her. Everything was white, plain…she shivered. It seemed unfriendly. Magenta waved her arm in a half-hearted attempt to guide her to the bed.

"Is this it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Vhat did you expect? If he's told you once, he's told you a thousand times…it's your responsibility to decorate your room," Magenta snapped.

"Oh." Columbia sat down on the bed, which was far softer than it appeared to be. "Erm…I'm sorry. I can't remember a single thing. Well…some things obviously I remember, like when we were back on Transsexual…oh, Magenta…what I wouldn't give to go back!"

Magenta smiled an odd, hesitant, leery smile. "Yes…I imagine you'd give quite a bit to go back, vouldn't you?"

Columbia sighed. "Magenta…those memories…those are my memories, right? They don't seem…quite right…there's an echo…of something else…I think…"

This time Magenta did truly smile. "There now, dear, you just lay down and I vill go and get the master. I vill tell him you are not feeling vell."

"Oh, no," Columbia protested. "Please…not on my account…" She shook her head. "I'm sure it's just…the fall…" Raising a hand to her forehead, she sat down hesitantly on the bed. "Where did I hit myself?"

"The back of your head, I vould imagine," Magenta replied. "I vas not there vhen it happened. You might ask the master vhen next you get a chance."

Columbia brushed her hair back, running her fingers along her scalp. At the base of her skull she found a vertical cut, stitched up. She pressed it gently, wincing at the shock of pain that resulted. "How long was I…I mean…I suppose I must have been unconscious…how long was I out?"

"A few days, no more. The master was quite upset vhen you vould not vake up. He vas quite distraught."

"You've been very kind, thank you," Columbia said. "If you don't mind…I'd like a few moments to myself."

"As you vish," Magenta nodded, withdrawing. "Vhen dinner is ready, I vill call you."

"Thank you. You're very kind," Columbia repeated.

As soon as Magenta was gone, Columbia stood and looked around the room again. She hadn't been here before, had she? Who was she? What was happening? Her head spun with unasked and unanswered questions. Everything she'd seen had felt so familiar but deep down she knew that it was all a front, but a front to what she couldn't decipher.

A gentle knock at the door broke her out of her musings. "Columbia, are you nearly ready? You've been alone for hours, darling. Are you okay?"

"What?" Columbia looked up as Frank opened the door. "What did you say?"

He looked genuinely worried. "You've been alone in here for three hours, darling. Magenta called you but you didn't answer. I told her not to disturb you, darling, but I couldn't leave you alone any longer. Are you feeling okay?"

Columbia stood and walked unsteadily to Frank's open arms. As her hands touched his, pain seared through her skull, causing white light to burst in front of her eyes before she blacked out. The last thing she saw was Frank, gently lowering her to the ground, an expression of concern on his face.

Author's Note: I was going to leave the rest of the story in this chapter, and then I realized how much more delicious it would be if I kept this chapter short like the rest of them and then gave you all one last chapter. Enjoy!