Here we go, finishing the story. I hope you like it.

So I ran to the hall to catch Abe. In case you're wonder, it's John here. I'll explain later why I'm narrating here if you haven't already guessed it. Anyway, I caught up to him quickly.

"Abe! She wants to talk to you."

"Why? She shouldn't remember me," he replied, and I could tell he was trying to hide his normally imperceptible emotions.

"I told her you were her doctor and she wants to thank you."

"Why'd you tell her that?"

"She asked who you were and you're the one who took care of her, so logically…"

"Fine." He was wringing his hands as he followed me back into the room.

"Laura, this is…Dr. Sapien." Laura held out her hand in the direction of my voice, because, as I could tell, she wasn't quite sure where Abe was standing.

"Dr. Sapien?" He shook her hand. "Thank you for taking care of me." She didn't seem to notice the webbing, or she just thought it was rubber gloves.

"No problem." Since Abe's face rarely shows emotion, it surprised me that pain was so evident in his eyes.

"So, I can leave when I can walk, right?"

"Correct."

"Then let's try it. John?" I helped her up and she walked, shakily at first, to the door. "Yep! I can walk." She slowly went back to the bed and sat down. "Give me a minute."

"Perhaps you should wait a while before you leave," Abe suggested and Laura nodded. He motioned me to follow him out. "I'll get her stuff to one of the cars."

"I can do it, Abe."

"You stay with her." I nodded and he left.

Laura was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She appeared to be staring at something, but she could have just been deep in thought. I waved my hand in front of her face.

"What're you doing?" she asked.

"Can you see?" I countered.

"What kind of question is that?! I've been blind for 10 years!" She sounded as if she thought I was insane.

"Sorry. I just—you—" I didn't know what to say.

"Doesn't matter. Everyone has their moments."

"Comforting."

"Did he—the doctor—was he…wearing gloves?" Uh-oh.

"Y-yeah. I think. Why?"

"His hands just felt that way." She sighed. "When will we leave?"

"When do you want to leave?"

"I don't know. Soon."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"No. It's just…this place; it feels weird, almost like I've been here before. And it implies so many things."

"Like what?"

"Like, why won't that doctor talk much? He seems antisocial."

"He's not antisocial. He's just…shy."

"A shy doctor?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know him well?"

"Sort of." She didn't say anything else.

--

A short while later, she stood and I understood that as my cue for us to leave. I tucked the notebook/journal under my arm and helped Laura out.

Abe was waiting by the car with Laura's bags. He sat them in the back as I helped Laura into the passenger's seat. When I had closed the door, he motioned me over.

"You're taking her back to her aunt and uncle's place, right? Or is she staying with you?"

"I'm gone too often. I have to go back to Antarctica in about a week." He nodded. "Will you be all right?"

"I've already answered that question."

"I'm sorry." He was silent, but gave an almost imperceptible nod. "Are you going to use that device?"

"Yes, and it will affect the entire B.P.R.D. It only targets a certain thing or time period. I don't know which to do…"

"Do you want to remember anything?"

"I don't know." I heard the window roll down behind me.

"John, are you coming?" Laura asked.

"Just a minute," I called back.

"You'd better go," Abe said quietly. "Take care of her and that," he tapped the notebook/journal tucked under my arm.

"I will." He left and I returned to my car to take Laura home.

--

And that's what I've done. This is basically Laura's story. I took it from her notebook/journal and wrote this final portion, with Abe's help, to give it an ending. I am most certain that Abe used the device. His intentions were quite evident. I took Laura back to her aunt and uncle's place, where her life has returned to normal. Back at B.P.R.D. headquarters, I guess it's back to normal…if you can call their work normal. And, well, my life is never normal because I am sitting in Antarctica as I write this! Anyway, Laura writes constantly, so I know she's okay. It took a lot to get permission for us to write to each other. Just as long as I don't 'reveal' anything in our letters, then it's fine. I guess that means she won't read this… I know it seems strange that she has written, but she asks her aunt to write for her. They're getting along better. I can tell from the notebook/journal what her handwriting is and the difference to that in the letters. Her aunt's handwriting is much easier to read than hers! So, now, her story thus far is complete.

Das Ende!

(the end!)

I'm taking German, so I kind of put that end there.

So, what did you think?

Please let me know if it's worth anything.

I hope I brought everything together.