A/N: Sorry, I'm going completely out of order. I'm just going to write when an idea pops in my head. This takes place when Gary's older. I don't know how old he is now, so let's just say a few years before present day.

Life went on, and even after his years at school, Gary became a little better at expressing himself. Still, Sandra had questions about some things. She never remembered any of the doctors' names whom she asked to consult, though; they all told her the same thing- his behavior could be explained by his autism. Sandra was concerned there was something else, though. Gary never stopped waving his hands in front of his face. He was constantly looking at something that wasn't there. Sandra had a feeling she couldn't shake, a feeling that this was something else.

Whenever he was in a place with a lot of people, he got a headache. Everyone said he was encountering too much stimulation, but he truly got a horrible headache. Some days it was so bad that Gary would run around and turn off all of the televisions, radios, and even lights. Those days were the worst; he became so angry so quickly that anything could set him off.

Those days were the reason why Sandra visited doctor after doctor. She stuck to her gut, and longed to find someone with an answer. For years, Gary became more sensitive to everything. Horror filled her when one doctor brought up institutionalization. She was so shocked that she hit him- hard. After that, she became more and more desperate to find an answer.

Sandra didn't keep in touch with a lot of parents from Gary's school after he left; she was only friends with two or three. One of them, Megan, gave her the name of a doctor who she took her daughter to a few times. His name was Dr. Richmond. Willing to try anything, Sandra called his office and set up a meeting. It definitely didn't go the way Sandra thought it would…

"I'm sorry, Ms. Bell," he said, "but I'm afraid I can't do anything. I know you've been to a lot of doctors who have told you things like I did, but-"

"No," Sandra said angrily. "They haven't told me things like this; they've told me exactly this. I know Gary more than anyone, and I can say with one hundred percent certainty that his condition has gotten worse. Doctor after freaking doctor has told me this exact speech. 'It's the autism' or 'I can give him some medication' or 'there's nothing we can do'. I've heard everything. Please, I know this isn't the autism. Just help him. Please."

He looked at her for a moment and sighed. "I can try. That's all I can guarantee. I can't promise anything." He hit a button on his desk and paged a nurse to bring Gary in from the waiting room.

"Hey, buddy," Dr. Richmond said. "How have you been?"

Gary didn't say anything. Dr. Richmond took an instrument off his desk and looked into Gary's eyes. Gary pulled back. "Ow," he said.

"Sorry, Gary," he apologized, "but I have to do this. So I hear you've been getting headaches. When do you get them?"

"From the lights."

Dr. Richmond looked at Sandra. "Autism causes people to be oversensitive to things such as lights."

Sandra didn't even falter. "He doesn't mean those lights. Gary, what can you see?"

After a long moment Gary started talking. "I can see things that others can't. Colors and shapes. I can see computers and the TV and other things in my head."

Dr. Richmond looked at him for a long moment. He was definitely confused. "What can you see right now?"

Gary moved his hands in front of his eyes. "I can see your phone. It's a purple line. And your computer. That's a green one."

"This is… strange," Dr. Richmond muttered. He looked at Gary's moving hands, then turned to Sandra and started writing something on a slip of paper. "I've never seen anything like this. I don't think I can do anything, but I'm going to give you the name of a great doctor- possibly one of the greatest in the world. If he can't do anything for you, then no one can. Good luck."

As he left the room, Sandra looked at the scraggly writing on the paper and felt a mixture of emotions. Finally, someone listened to her. Finally, someone helped her. And finally, they were going to get to the bottom of this.