Toad entered the door beneath Dr. Elvin Gadd's office sign, he didn't notice Lahla watching the scene from her car across the street. Gadd's waiting room was white, bair and had dirt stains near the air vents. A nurse was typing behind her desk. She silently watched as Toad stepped up over to her. "I'm her to see the doctor," he told her.

"Who should I say…?"

"No idea," said Toad. "Just get him. Now." The nurse was frightened and didn't move.

"Toad," said Gadd and Toad wheeled around to see the doctor standing nervously in a doorway across the room. Gadd motioned for Toad to follow him and so he did, past the quiet reach of Gadd's surgery and into his office. Toad sat down in a leather chair across from an ornate desk.

"I want some answers," said Toad and Gadd paced in front of glass jars containing preserved specimens. He seemed impatient, lsot in thought.

"Yes. Of course," nodded Gadd. "And you remember nothing? Not even a detail." Gadd stepped across to a small bar and pulled out a couple of glasses.

"You think I haven't tried?" scoffed Toad. "It's like there was never anything there. Just the monster… and waves."

"Waves?"

"The sound of waves," said Toad. "I remember an amphibious monster. I don't even know what he looks like – just that I should be scared of her and there's a woman and it's just her voice." Toad removed the bottle of pills from his pocket as he spoke. He tried to open the lid, but his hands trembled so much that he dropped the bottle and the pills spilled everywhere.

"What's this about?" asked Gadd.

"Another headache," said Toad as he bent down to the floor, picking up pills. "I haven't been sleeping much."

"Why not?"

"Because when I sleep, I dream."

"I have something better," said Gadd and he handed Toad a glass. As Toad accepted, he noticed how badly Gadd's hand shook. Gadd toasted him and drunk, although Toad just placed his own glass down to a table without touching it.

"What does she say? This woman," clarified Gadd.

"Asks my name," said Toad. "Over and over. Like a broken record. Only thing is, I have no idea what my name is."

"Your name is Dane Toad," said Gadd and Toad stood up, saying nothing, but not believing it. "Tell me about these dreams of yours."

"Why don't I ask you a few questions," said Toad.

"If you like."

"You're supposed to be my doctor, right?"

"Correct."

"You know something about me, out with it!" shouted Toad. "Let's stop playing stupid games! There's something completely insane going on here. I want you to start talking!"

"Please, Toad, I'm here to help you," stammered Gadd, the fear in his voice evident. "But we must take things in easy steps…" Toad backed off and treid to calm himself. He took his drink of water and downed it in a single gulp. Gadd just walked to the officed and beckoned for Toad to follow him without any words. For all he knew, it was his voice that annoyed Toad.

Gadd's office was an extension of his living quarters and so it was in a maze-like series rooms and halls. Gadd led Toad down a dark hall, lit only by the candle that the doctor clutched. "Whole wing lost power. Wiring's old. Keep meaning to get it fixed," said Gadd as he hesitantly and fearfully glanced back at Toad. "I don't blame you for getting angry. You are in a frustrating situation. You must be patient. Trust me completely." Toad just nodded, still extremely troubled. "I'll do all I can to help you," promised Gadd as he put a hand on Toad's shoulder, indicating for him to stop outside a green door. "Here we are."

Gadd led Toad into an examination room, which was small and bare much like an operating theatre. It was clean and efficient. "After you," motioned Gadd and Toad entered, looked around. When he turned to face the doctor again, Gadd was holding a Poltergust level at Toad's stomach. "I want you to sit down in that chair and bind your hands with the straps."

"What?" Toad incredulously asked.

"I didn't want it to be like this, Toad," sighed Gadd, desperation in his eyes, "but there really is no time. Now, sit in the chair." Toad stepped over to the chair in question and complied with the doctor's orders. "We've got so much to talk about, you and I." Gadd tightened the last of the straps, rendering Toad completely immobile. Gadd lay down the Poltergust and pulled out his leather bag, opening it and removing a glass syringe. "I'm going to teach you things. Things about yourself yu didn't know. Let me show you something Look at this syringe."

"Why?" asked Toad, staring blankly at Gadd.

"Look at it!" cried the doctor and Toad reluctantly did so. "Concentrate. Imagine the syringe rising. Visualize it floating above the table. Do it!" So, Toad did and the syringe started to vibrate, actually rising into the air. It floated stationary between Toad and Gadd.

"It's a trick," claimed Toad.

"Not it isn't," said Gadd. "You are doing it! You know you are doing it." Suddenly, the syringe spun toward the doctor and impaled itself in his shoulder. He yelped for a moment but then grabbed it and pulled it out as Toad looke don, amazed. "You see!" Toad believed, he did do that. "I can make you understand so easily… now you must realx." Gadd tapped the side of the syringe, squirting out air bubbles. "You are not a killer, you are as innocent as a new born babe."

"You know who they are – the statues following me?" asked Toad.

"Ah, the Birdfaces… that's rather complicated I'm afraid," said Gadd. "Toad, there has been an experiment, a dangerous experiment. I arranged it, but things did not go as they should have. You have been left – blank – I can fix that with this."

"What is it?" asked Toad, staring at the syringe.

"It's okay," calmed Gadd. "Everyone gets one, very much like this… but this one's special. It will help yu understand…" Gadd lowered the syringe to Toad's forehead. "There might be some pain, but things will be easier this way."

"Who am I!" cried Toad. "Tell me! Tell me who I am!"

"Relax, Toad, in thirty seconds you'll know everything," said Gadd, but the strap was suddenly loose and Toad lashed out, punching Gadd in the face. The doctor's glasses went flying and he fell to the floor, blinded and scrambling for the spectacles. Toad quickly freed himself from his remaining bonds and undid the final strap on his ankles as Gadd picked up his spectacles. Gadd leapt like a madman, trying to drive the syringe into Toad's forehead. Each man tried to turn the syring eon the other, falling into a tray of medical instruments. Toad was pinned down with the syringe just at his face.

"Hold it!" cried Pennington as he burst through the door, aiming his devolution gun. Toad and Gadd forze in mid struggle and looked at Pennington, then at the nurse startled in the hallway behind them. None moved, unsure what to do next. Pennington stepped forward and threw handcuffs to Gadd. "Put those on him." Gadd nodded as Pennington kept the devolution gun leveled. "What's going on?"

"He is more disturbed than I thought, detective," lied Gadd. "I never thought he would attack me the way he did, but I don't want to press charges…" Pennington walked forth to Toad and searched the man's coat, taking the devolution handgun first and then the wallet. He took no notice of Gadd standing beside a tray of medical instruments.

"I'd like you to come with me for questioning," Pennington told Gadd, who just nodded silently and then lashed out with the scalpel slicing air an inch in front of Pennington's face. The detective fell back, tripping on a table leg and hitting the floor, dropping his gun. He scrambled for it and upon getting it, aimed at Toad as Gadd fled from the scene. Pennington had a choice to make then, pursue the doctor, or take in the suspected killer.

It was an easy choice.

Toad was escorted into his car only minutes later and they started their drive towards the police precinct in complete silence. "The doctor is crazy, you know," said Toad, breaking the silence. "I guess insane people always say that about their doctors. You think I'm the killer?"

"What I think," started Pennington, "is of no consequence right now."

"I didn't kill anyone."