Spencer was physically shuddering in fear as he waited for what would happen next. His mind raced through everything that could occur. He wondered what the agent was going to do, where he had gone and what he was going to say. He wondered how he was going to get out of the situation he was in. He knew he was going to have to try and make a run for it. They knew where he was, they would try again to get him, to finish what they had started, and of that he was certain. As it stood, he was uncertain of what it was they even wanted, but it was clear they were willing to do anything to get it. Being strapped to the bed meant he couldn't even attempt to escape. He cursed his fortunes and continued to wait.

After another few minutes, he heard heavy footfalls going through the ward and towards him. He also heard the gruff voice of the Italian legend of the FBI talking considerably louder than was necessary.

"So we're lucky he's awake again? He just asked me who I was and where in the facility was he." Spencer thought for a moment. The only reason the man would be talking that loud was just so Spencer would hear. He realised the man telling him so to get their story straight before they entered the room, to tell Spencer to just act dazed. Spencer took a deep breath as he heard the men come ever closer.

Agent Rossi and Dr Mitre entered the room almost simultaneously. The doctor was looking at his patient in the bed while Rossi fell behind him and gave Spencer an odd look. His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Well Spencer, you gave us quite a scare there earlier. I hope you realise that was your body telling you that you have to eat. The last thing we want is for you to become anorexic on top of everything else. That wouldn't do now would it?

Spencer remained silent as his teeth worried his bottom lip, but he shook his head to answer the question.

"Good, glad to see we're on the same page. Now Spencer, this is David Rossi, he's here to talk to you, is that alright?" Spencer looked at the agent for a moment, as though considering him. Rossi looked at him with a look of almost smugness on his face; he could have sworn he had lowered his head the slightest bit. Spencer nodded his answer to the question. "Excellent, I'll stay here in the corner and just pretend I'm not here." Spencer glanced at Agent Rossi and could see his displeasure.

"Perhaps it's best if Spencer and I speak alone." Spoke the agent.

"Sorry Mr Rossi, but as my patient, it is paramount that I remain in the room as an advocate for him were this to turn into more than a mere chat." Spencer grimaced, knowing he and the other man would not be able to speak freely about what anything with the doctor in the room.

"Right, well, I am just here to talk to you Spencer, to see if I can jog your memory a bit okay?" Spencer nodded, never once taking his eyes off the Italian ad always keeping Mitre in his peripheral vision.

"Okay, we'll see first what you are aware of. What day of the week is it?"

"Tuesday." He answered after clearing his throat.

"What month is it?"

"November."

"What year is it?"

"2012."

"Excellent, I know these questions may seem odd to you, but I need to grasp exactly what you can comprehend." Rossi kept using a calm and somewhat soothing voice.

Spencer kept glancing at the doctor who he noticed was listening in with far more interest than he should exhibit with the simplicity of the questions being asked.

"Don't look at me Spencer, I'm not here remember." Spencer laughed to himself, if he truly were schizophrenic; he would have been terrified by that comment. He looked back to Rossi, who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Spencer. I need to go back to the day that you first came here; do you think you could do that?" Spencer nodded.

"Do you remember what time of the year it was?"

"Fall. There was leaves on the ground, and people in the fields next to the road, they were filled with pumpkins." He answered, smiling slightly at the memory. He'd always loved pumpkins and carving them at Halloween.

"Do you remember…?" The doctor's beeper went off, disrupting the question. "Dr. Mitre please turn that off, I am trying to let Spencer know he has my full and undivided interest and you being here is enough of an inconvenience, but you interrupting is far more irritating." Spencer did not fail to notice the use of the word interest rather than attention.

"I have other patients to attend to Mr Rossi."

"Then attend to them." Spencer had to concentrate hard on the wall and breath carefully so not to laugh at the brash manner in which Rossi spoke to Mitre.

"But…Spencer."

"Tell you what, if you are truly so concerned about Spencer. Then I suggest we listen to my boss's recommendation and bring Spencer to Quantico where he will get our undivided attention." Spencer's neck almost snapped as he turned to face the agent once more. He wanted to bring him to the FBI headquarters, away from the sanatorium, to a place filled with armed agents that would be more than capable of protecting him, but more importantly, to a building easier to escape than the one he was in hopefully. Allowing him to get free and hopefully elude whatever faith those who after him had planned.

"Absolutely not, my patient is an ill man, it is out of the question." The doctor bellowed, causing Spencer to jump. "It's a terrible idea in his mental state."

"Dr Mitre, I can have the bureau's team of psychiatrists here to assess his ability to travel here within the hour, and him out of here in two, if needs be. As the murders took place in Maryland and he found his way to two different facilities in Virginia and the District after the event, it is very easy to argue this case to be officially federal with the right paperwork and an able team. And I should warn you, I have just that." Rossi glared at the older man, who suddenly did not have to be with the patient that the beeper was alerting them too.

"What is to be gained from such an excursion?" he demanded.

"Maybe everything or maybe nothing, but two people are dead and I need to know who did it, and if it wasn't the boy, then he deserves the right to know who took his family from him. And may I remind you that it was you who called me here, not the other way around." The agent replied in an abrupt tone. "What do you think Spencer, you willing to go on a small trip?"

"A trip would be nice, will there be coffee?" he replied absentmindedly.

"It is most inconvenient to me; can you not just do it here?"

"Sadly for you, you are not the person who matters here and are of little concern to me at all to say the least. Personally I cannot see why you will not let me just talk to this young man in private, so you inconvenience me and I am more than happy to reciprocate."

Spencer liked this man more by the minute, he was brash, rude and arrogant, but he could see the man wanted him out of here to help him. "When are we leaving?" he smiled dreamily.

"How fast can you get dressed?"