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The following day to the "first evo outbreak", another one took place. Soon, all through the world incidents featuring wild nanites occurred, leaving experts in a confused faze. Countries raised emergency alarms, calling the population to stay calm and collected. Suddenly, all those people who thought founded research concerning evos was a waste of money, offered thousands to find another cure- something, anything- to return to that quiet peace they'd achieved in so little of time.

Two weeks after the first incident, found two psychologist investigators with a whole founded theory. A theory which parted from a firm hypothesis, stating that the activation of wild nanites was triggered from stress factors affecting certain parts of the nervous system, connected with the psyche. That is to say, that said activations came from inside the patient, not from an outside source. Meaning that, this time, there wasn't an evil mastermind behind the attacks, but just a logical after-effect of the whole ordeal.

The tricky part, both psychologists agreed, was that of bringing that person back to being a human, even more if they were dealing with an incurable evo, which was exactly the kind of evo they were interested in. Tricky but, they believed, not impossible, for they held knowledge that science didn't before, and understood more than any expert before.

And, really, they were just waiting for someone to notice they research team, to come and fletch them. Matthew had already moved some contacts in higher places, to make word of their wok to move around.

It was a fine Monday morning that found no-longer Noface, with a sweet cup of Earl Grey, and Matthew with a strong, black coffee.

Knock knock knock

"Come in" a lazy answer, "door's open"

A young woman entered the place.

"Good morning gentlemen" she started with a polite, businesslike smile, "I'm doctor Holiday and I'm here on Providence's behalf"

Both psychologists were startled.

"Lady" Matthew stood up and shook her hand enthusiastically, "A pleasure to meet ya', the name's Matthew and here is my colleague" he finished throwing his hand towards his friend.

No-longer Noface nodded in acknowledgment, while the Canadian frowned at the other's less than sympathetic response.

"Welcome, doctor Holiday" the Romanian ended up saying after a small pause, "Why don't you both sit down and become comfortable, I guess there's a lot to discuss"

"Right" Matthew quickly replied, looking at his friend curiously, "do you want something to drink, doc Holiday?"

"Please, just Rebecca will do" the doctor said agreeable, "And no thanks, I just had some coffee before coming"

Both sat down, and she turned towards the Romanian.

"Sorry, but I didn't catch your name"

He smiled something similar to a grin, and stretched out his hand to be shaken.

"Call me Fărănume"

The conversation which followed consisted mostly of a quick review of their work and progress, the talk mostly made by Matthew and Rebecca. No-longer Noface was too distracted, calming some irrational part inside of him that wanted nothing more than get the hell out of there, away from the possibility of coming into contact with Providence once again.

He knew working for said organization was a very possible outcome, and had somehow become mentally prepared for that. Although at that moment, he knew he'd somehow miscalculated his subconscious reaction.

"Hey-" the Canadian's voice brought him towards the conversation, "-are ya' alright? Ya're a little pale"

The Romanian shook his head in a weak attempt to push his somehow frantic thoughts to a far corner in his mind.

"Yes, just a headache" he stood up, "You don't mind if I go outside to get some fresh air, do you? You know the same I do about our research, Rebecca I can assure you I'm leaving you with a better company than I am at the moment"

Matthew looked at him worriedly, wanting to be off with him, yet he knew doctor Holiday was every inch an important person, to just leave her. If it wasn't that his European friend was looking like shit, he would have scolded and demanded the other to stay.

"No problem, man" he turned towards the Providence representative, asking for her approval. She was too looking at the other with sympathy.

"Yes, you don't look too good, dear" she smiled a more sincere smile, "go, I don't mind"

The Romanian nodded relieved and got out of there. With the rapidest pace he could gather, he took the elevator and went outside the building. He texted some excuse at Matt and hoped the other wouldn't mind his disappearance.

He needed some time to think, and straight his mind out.

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Well, this one is dedicated to that Guest who noticed I've never named Noface before. I don't like using non-cannon names, so Noface's character and I decided to play a little with the Romanian language. "Fărănume" means "without name". I had other options: "Numască", that literally means "No masque"; "Visător" which means "dreamer"; and "Rătăcit" that is "traveller".
Tell me what you think, I liked Fărănume, but it isn't fixed on stone, I'd like to hear your opinion!

Well, finally another character from the show appeared :)

Thanks YellowAngela for your reviews, and it doesn't matter if it was bought or given, Voltron's artists are amazing and any art coming from them is amazing too, haha.

And thanks to the other guest who reviewed... guys, you should use some kind of name (or, noName, if you catch the pun) ;)

Hope you enjoy this one! :D