AWAKENING CHAPTER PART 8: METEOR

"It was so cool!" Mion grinned as she and the rest of the Gaming Club were collected at school. "I mean, Shin-chan turned me and Shion into two of those Kamen Rider guys he can change into! Then all three of us just leaped into the air and creamed that monster with one big kick! Wham! It blue up like a firecracker!"

"It was definitely and experience," Shion agreed. "I never thought I'd be capable of something like that.

"Wow!" Satoko grinned. "You two are so lucky! You got to fight monsters with Shinichi-san! Maybe next time he can do that for me too!"

"Oh no he isn't," Satoshi frowned. "If he knows what's good for him he won't do any such thing!"

"Awww, Nii-nii," Satoko pouted.

"Hey, I just found out I had this ability myself," Shinichi shrugged. "I think I can do it with just about everyone."

"OOOH! Me next then! Me next!" Rena cheered, waving her arm. "I wanna fight monsters next to Shin-kun!"

The club was very energetic in the wake of the monster appearing and being defeated by costumed defenders the other day. The people were gossiping about it and newspapers were reporting on it. Of course, most of the older folks in the village considered it just made up. Others really weren't sure what to make of it. Of course, Shinichi and his friends knew exactly what was going on and they weren't afraid to talk about it among themselves. Of course, after the incident, Shinichi and Rena made out since the Kamen Rider had been terrified of losing her again and Rena was more than happy to convince him that she was okay. Mion had dragged Keiichi off somewhere after the incident, probably to get her own alone time with her boyfriend. She had a goofy grin on her face while Keichii looked dazed when they surfaced again.

"Well, if you want I can train you," said Shinichi.

"Really?" Rena's eyes brightened.

"Would that really be such a good idea, Shinichi?" asked Rika. "I thought you said you didn't want to put her in any danger."

Shinichi flinched. That much was true. Even Rider armor could protect a person so much and he wasn't sure how long the transformation would last. Still, Shion and Mion proved capable as Ichigo and Nigo. He looked to each of his friends, listing which Rider forms would fit them.

'Keiichi would make a good X and Satoshi…maybe he can be Stronger. Not sure about Satoko, Rika and Hanyuu. Not sure if I want to give kids that young that kind of power…'

"Well, that was an interesting meeting," said Shinichi as he followed Keiichi home.

"Can you really turn anyone into a Kamen Rider?" Keiichi asked curiously.

"I guess," Shinichi shrugged. "As long as I'm transformed at least."

Keiichi gave Shinichi a critical look, in which the amnesiac responded with an annoyed, "What?"

"Why are you still crashing in my place?" Keiichi asked.

"I'm scared of Rena-chan's dad," answered Shinichi timidly.

Keiichi gave him a look of disbelief. "You can fight monsters without flinching, but Rena's dad scares you to death?"

"I can't help it, OK? I owe the guy for letting me stay at his place even if I was some strange boy. And killing your girlfriend's dad can ruin the relationship, even if I can turn back the clock." He added, "I'll just let things cool down until I can reason with him."

The two heard a car horn and up ahead they saw an elderly man with a bit of a gut leaning against a white car. "Detective Oishi!" exclaimed Keiichi happily as he saw the man.

"Hello, Maebara-kun," said Oishi. "And to you too, Sanban-kun."

"Hello to you too, Oishi-san," nodded Shinichi. When Rena's father had made the police report about him after him, Oishi had been interested in trying to find out the truth about Shinichi's past. He found nothing, of course, but the man was not known to give up so easily.

"So, how have you been doing?" the police detective asked.

"I'm doing great," said Shinichi. "Just another day in my new life here."

"That's good," Oishi smiled. 'At least he's happy. Too bad about his amnesia though.'

"What brings you here to Hinamizawa?" asked Keiichi.

"Oh, just came to drop by," said Oishi. "And to see some old friends. Well, I need to go. Stay out of trouble, you kids."

"We will," the two boys said. Oishi entered his car and drove off.

When Keiichi and Shinichi returned to the apartment, the latter because he couldn't go back to Rena's without facing her father's wrath, the two boys found a box in front of their door. It was pretty big too.

"Hey, what's this?" asked Shinichi.

"I don't know, Shinichi, but it's for you," said Keiichi as he pointed to the writing on top that read 'To Shinichi Sanban'.

"Strange," Shinichi stared. "I never sent for anything."

"Let's carry it inside and see what's in it," said Keiichi.

They did just that. Shinichi took a box cutter and used it to cut the tap sealing the box's lid. He then pulled open the flaps and reached inside. "Huh?" He picked up what was inside. "A shirt?" He peered inside. "And more clothes."

"Nice," said Keiichi as he took out another t-shirt. "Now you don't have to keep borrowing my stuff. There's even underwear in here."

Shinichi rolled his eyes and looked at the black shirt he was holding in his hand. His eyes then caught onto a symbol resembling a bird with its wings spread and the letters 'G' and 'S' written in black on the inside of the bird. "G…S…?"

Suddenly his head began to throw as images flashed inside his mind. There was a huge place with figures dressed in black. On the wall was the insignia that looked like the one on the shirt. He let out a scream.

"Shinichi!" Keiichi panicked as he saw his friend clutching his head and screaming. "Shinichi, calm down!" Keiichi realized, 'He's having another freak out!' Keiichi had to do something before Shinichi hurt himself or someone. Luckily, he had just the thing.

ZAP!

Shinichi passed out as Keiichi withdrew the tazer. Shion had a lot of those things for her own protection and had loaned them out for emergencies.

"I have to call Dr. Irie and the others," said Keiichi as he looked to his friend's unconscious form, wondering what had caused him to suddenly freak out like that.

Shinichi, in his unconscious state, murmured, "Gin…Shocker…"

Dr. Irie had an ambulance used to transport patients from their homes to his clinic for emergencies. Before long, they had Shinichi strapped down on a bed. Rena looked worried. Her Shin-kun was in pain again and she wasn't able to do anything about it.

"So, he had another episode?" Dr. Irie asked, getting all of the details out of Keiichi before he could even consider any kind of treatment.

"That's right," Keiichi nodded to confirm.

"What caused it?" the doctor asked curiously.

"Well, we received this package and looked inside. There were clothes. Suddenly, Shinichi started screaming and holding his head so I had to tazer him," explained Keiichi. He was still confused as to why a bunch of clothes would cause his friend to freak out.

Rena frowned as she heard this but knew Keiichi only did what he believe was right. They needed to help Shinichi right now. She could deal out petty punishment after they were sure her boyfriend was going to be okay.

"Dr. Irie, will Shin-kun be okay?" asked Rena.

"Well, I'm not a psychologist," said Dr. Irie, "But I think what happened was that Sanban-kun saw another memory."

"Wasn't a pleasant one, I imagine," frowned Mion.

"Has he been acting strange?" Dr. Irie asked the gang. "Has he displayed any unusual behavior?"

The group wasn't sure what to tell Dr. Irie. Even if he was someone they trusted, they couldn't exactly tell him Shinichi's secret, could they?

"Shinichi was acting like his usual self," said Rika, speaking quickly before someone accidentally let something slip. "Nothing odd at all."

"I see…" nodded Dr. Irie. "I'm going to have to phone an associate of mine to come here and evaluate Sanban-kun. He might be able to help and make sure Sanban-kun doesn't have another episode."

The lab coat and fedora wearing man smiled as he walked along a dirt path. "I wonder if my little boy got his present. He did used to love to wear them." He let out a discomforting laugh. "Oh, son, you're going to love daddy for this. I know you will."

"So, I gotta see a shrink?" asked Shinichi. He finally came to and was free of the straps holding him. Keiichi made sure that none of the items which were in the box were anywhere nearby. They didn't need another freak out.

"That's what Dr. Irie said," nodded Keiichi.

"Well, that just confirms that I need serious help," frowned Shinichi. "If that guy finds out anything wrong with me, I'll be shipped out to the nearest mental asylum."

"Rena doesn't want Shin-kun to go!" cried out Rena, glomping onto Shinichi's arm.

"Hey, it's gonna be OK, Rena-chan," said Shinichi. 'I hope.' He turned to look at Keiichi. "Keiichi, you know that box we got earlier?"

"Yeah?" Keiichi questioned.

"Toss it out and the clothes. I don't want to see them ever again," Shinichi instructed. "Burn them or toss them into a lake, or something. I don't care. I never want to see them again."

"You got it," Keiichi nodded.

"So when is the doctor supposed to show up anyway?" asked Mion while crossing her arms. "I don't like seeing you in here like this. Let's just get this over with so you can get out and join up with the club again."

"Yes ma'am," Shinichi saluted. He liked hanging out with his friends and he also loved being with Rena. He couldn't fathom life without them.

"He's here," said Dr. Irie. "I phoned my associate but he couldn't make it. Instead he sent someone else."

"Hello," said another man as he entered. He wore sunglasses a pleasant smile and had blonde hair. He was dressed as a doctor but he was in a different field. He was a psychologist. "My name is Dr. Kobe. I've come to evaluate the patient." He spoke with a bit of an accent.

"I'm sorry for calling you on such short notice," apologized Dr. Irie.

"Oh, it's no trouble," said Dr. Kobe. "I'm happy to help a young man in need. So, he has amnesia, is that right?"

"That's right," nodded Dr. Irie.

"Alright, to do my job I need to be left alone with the patient," instructed Dr. Kobe. "Please leave. I cannot have the patient be distracted."

"Right," nodded Dr. Irie. "Come on, kids. Let's let him do his job."

Rena didn't want to leave, though. "Shin-kun…"

"It's be alright, Rena-chan," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek to calm her. She reluctantly left with the others, leaving Shinichi with Dr. Kobe.

"So, you have amnesia," said Dr. Kobe.

"Yeah. I don't remember anything before I woke up in this village," said Shinichi.

"And yet you remember your name…"

"I just made it up on the spot," explained Shinichi.

Dr. Kobe looked up and saw the scar above Shinichi's left eyebrow, partially covered by his bangs. "That's quite an interesting scar you got there. Have you always had it?"

Shinichi suddenly felt self conscious about his scar and put his hand over it to cover it. "Yes, I have. It's always been there."

"It looks like the Roman numeral for 13," said Dr. Kobe. "Does the number hold any special significance to you?"

"Not really," Shinichi shrugged.

"Alright," Dr. Kobe nodded. "Can you tell me everything you've went through since waking up in Hinamizawa, and please do not leave everything out."

"Should I? Really?"

"It's doctor-patient confidentiality. What is spoken here does not leave this room. You can trust me, son. I am a professional."

"It's kind of a waste to toss out such good clothes," said Mion as she walked alongside Keiichi who was carrying the box with him. They were going to dump it in the Onigafuchi Swamp. There was no chance Shinichi would ever find them.

"I know, but Shinichi really didn't like them," Keiichi remarked. "I'm sure they made him freak out."

"Never seen that logo before," said Mion. She had seen the pictures that were on all the shirts. Gold birds with the letters 'GS' in them. "What is 'GS' supposed to stand for?"

"I don't know, but Shinichi really wants to get rid of these clothes."

"OK, here we are," said Mion as they reached the swamp

"Sayonara!" Keiichi tossed the box down into the swamp. It had been weighted down by a few rocks so eventually it would sink to the bottom.

"So, you meet up, play games, and the loser has to play a penalty game as punishment," Dr. Kobe summarized.

"Yeah, and we play tons of games. Kinda childish but we are children," remarked Shinichi.

"Well, you have to hold onto your youth as long as you can, son," said Dr. Kobe. "And this Rena girl…she means a lot to you, doesn't she?"

"She was the first person I saw when I awoke," said Shinichi with a blush. "She took care of me and helped me. It's because of her I made such good friends and got out of my shell. She means everything to me."

"It's good to have someone you care for deeply. It soothes the pain when you lose something important, like your past," Dr. Kobe spoke.

"Well, I may not have a past, but I know I got a future here," said Shinichi.

"So, you want to spend the rest of your life here? Is there nothing else?"

"No, it's home."

"I see…So, what happens if one day you got your memories back?" asked Dr. Kobe. "Hypothetically speaking, of course."

"I'd rather not think about that at all," said Shinichi.

Dr. Kobe turned serious and said, "Nobody can lose their memories. They are there, deep in your subconscious. They are just misplaced and hidden deep down inside your mind. It's only a matter of time before the right key appears and unlocks them all. Tell me; are you afraid of your past?"

Shinichi recalled all the images and lied, "No, but I don't see the point of getting my memories back anymore since I got new memories to make up for them."

"So, you care more for your new memories than your old ones. How odd. Most amnesiacs try to regain their lost memories," stated Dr. Kobe.

"Well, Mion has always said I'm one of a kind."

When Shinichi left the clinic, all his friends were waiting for him. "You guys actually waited for me?"

"We're a club, Shin-chan," said Mion. "And as Club Leader it is my duty to watch out for my subordinates."

"I'm touched, guys," said Shinichi, smiling.

"Shin-kun, what did Dr. Kobe ask you?" asked Rena.

"Well, just pretty standard stuff but he wants to see me again in a couple of days for another evaluation."

Rena smiled, relieved. "That's good. Now Shin-kun can come home with Rena."

Shinichi grimaced, recalling the look of furious rage he'd seen on Rena's father's face. "Um…are you sure? What about your dad?"

"Rena managed to convince Papa to let Shin-kun come back so we can have dinner together," answered Rena. "It was really lonely without Shin-kun."

"Really?" Shinichi blinked. Rena looked at him with nearly teary eyes. "OK, I'll come back!"

"Yay!" Rena glomped him. "Omochikaeri!"

"Hey, Keiichi. Did you get rid of that stuff like I asked?" Shinichi questioned.

"Dumped it like yesterday's garbage."

"Good. Now, let's go and have some fun!"

Everyone agreed.

From the window, Dr. Kobe watched as the Club walked off together and smiled an unsettling smile.

Mr. Ryuugu wanted to have a talk with Shinichi and so that left the young boy with his girlfriend's father, alone, in the living room, as Rena made dinner.

"So you came back," said Mr. Ryuugu, adjusting his glasses.

"Rena-chan persuaded me, sir," answered Shinichi.

"Well, she was pretty sad when I chased you out," said Mr. Ryuugu. "She wouldn't even talk to me until I agreed to let you come back."

Shinichi smiled. "Thank you, sir."

"But I have to put my foot down and set some ground rules," said Mr. Ryuugu seriously.

'Of course…' thought Shinichi.

Mr. Ryuugu began his list.

Rule 1: No sex before marriage. I'll cut off your manhood.

Rule 2: Have her home early.

Rule 3: There will be no sharing of beds.

Rule 4: You will not touch her in any perverted/inappropriate way. I will break your hands if you do.

Rule 5: If you make her cry I will make you cry.

Rule 6: You will not kiss her in my presence.

Rule 7: If you are ever alone with her, you must protect her with your life.

Rule 8: Promise to always be faithful to her.

"Do I make myself clear?" asked Mr. Ryuugu. Shinichi nodded quickly. "Good."

Rena called from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready!"

Later that night, around midnight, Shinichi snuck out of Rena's house to go on patrol for Darklings. They would come out at night that was for certain. The rule certainly did not apply to Darkloids anymore after what happened in town the other day. Thank goodness no one was hurt and no serious damage had been done. He didn't care if the existence of his alter-ego was revealed. As long as nobody was hurt or killed, he was okay with it. The Return to the Past System was to be used ONLY for emergencies.

Moving his flashlight in a random directing, he heard a screech of pain and smiled as he saw what he was looking for. "Darklings…" He turned off his flashlight as his belt formed. "Henshin! Let's Ride Showa!" In a flash of light and puzzle pieces his armor formed. "Kamen Rider Showa! On Stage!" He then rushed at the Darklings, beating them down one by one with powerful blows. He would not let their dark influence spread while he was around to protect Hinamizawa.

The fedora and coat wearing man was watching the battle from afar as Showa tore through the ranks of Darklings. "His combat prowess certainly has not diminished. Of course these Darklings are just small fry. Let's see him deal with a real challenge."

Showa had just finished off the last of the Darklings when he saw it approaching. It was humanoid like the Darklings but stood at twenty feet tall. It had a skinny body and spindly arms and legs. Its head resembled a pumpkin and it looked to be wearing a pointed hat with a wide brim.

"A…scarecrow?" blinked Showa. It boggled his mind that yet another Darkloid had gotten so big, but with that in mind it must have been eating well before it decided to show itself. That alone meant it must have caused a large amount of misery and had thus signed its death warrant

The Scarecrow Darkloid opened its mouth and released a murder of evil crows with crimson eyes and razor sharp teeth in their beaks. They swarmed Showa, pecking at him painfully; causing sparks to fly off his armor. "Ow! Stop that! Hey!" He shouted as he swung his arms about to swat at the birds.

The Scarecrow Darkloid brought its arms up and swung down to flatten Showa. The Rider saw this at the last minute and rolled out of the way. The arms crashed into the ground, making a quick rumble in the earth as Showa managed to get back to his feet. The Scarecrow Darkloid roared as it brought its foot down to stomp on Showa, killing the crows instead as Showa evaded.

"OK, I need a plan," murmured Showa as he crushed a crow in his hand and tossed it to the ground. Maybe he could turn into Skyrider and take it on in the air like he did that Dragon Darkloid. The only problem was those stupid crows this thing liked to spit out. They would be…meddlesome.

Showa blinked as he suddenly heard the roar of an engine. Looking over his shoulder he saw the Showa-Racer coming up from behind him. "Thank goodness!" As the bike sped past, Showa grabbed the handlebars and hopped aboard before he could get himself flattened by the Scarecrow Darkloid's foot. Driving, his visor lit up, revealing yet another ability he had previously forgotten.

"Alright, Flight Mode!" commanded Showa as he pressed a button. The front and back wheels of his bike twisted onto their sides and the vehicle hovered above ground. Wings then sprouted out from the front and back of the bike. "Going up!" Rising into the air, Showa locked onto the Darkloid and fired twin laser beams from the Showa-Racer's headlights. The Darkloid roared and spewed another murder of crows at Showa but they were obliterated by the beams.

"Time to finish this," said Showa sternly as he stood atop the seat of his bike. He clenched his fists and the hover-bike shot forward at the Darkloid. Using the bike's momentum as he leapt ahead, he shot towards the Darkloid.

"Rider…RYUUSEI PUNCH!" Blazing and crackling energy completely engulfed his right fist as he soared forward at the Darkloid. With a single swing he sent his super charged fist flying into the Darkloid's chest, breaking a hole right through its body. It may have been a fist sized hole on the front, but the back of the Darkloid exploded like a bomb went off, leaving a gaping hole spewing liquid darkness.

"This fist contains the hopes, dreams and the future of my friends. It reaches to the heavens. That's why I call it my Ryuusei (Shooting Star) Punch…" He then withdrew his hand and kicked off the creature, landing with his feet upon the seat of the Showa-Racer. Finally, he curled his hand back into a fist and the Darkloid exploded right then and there. "Game Over!"

Everywhere he looked, all Jiro Tomitake saw white: white floors, white walls, and white ceilings...the entirety of the mental hospital was nothing but pearl white. Although he'd come here so many times for a whole year, Tomitake wasn't sure he would ever feel comfortable in such a white place. But...this would be the last time he would come here. This would be the last time he would ever see her again.

'Takano...'

It had been a year since the incident at Hinamizawa; Miyo Takano was placed in a mental institute in a city far away from the little village. Her Hinamizawa Syndrome had worn off, but her insanity and paranoia still remained. Despite her intentions back then, Tomitake always stayed by her side and came to see her every day.

Tomitake wiped away any tears that formed in his eyes; he didn't want to make her worry about him. Even if today was the day he had to say good-bye, he had to keep looking cheerful...for her sake. Tomitake hated the idea of having to leave Takano alone here, but he had no choice. It was the doctor's orders...

A few days ago...

"Hello, Tomitake-san. I am the head director at this faculty. It's a pleasure to meet you..."

"Hello. You...you wanted to speak to me about Takano's condition?"

"Yes. You see, Tomitake-san...I don't believe she's going to be able to be cured..."

"...W-What? Forgive my rudeness, sir, but insanity is not an illness!"

"In some ways, it may very well be. Listen, Tomitake-san, I don't think it's a good idea for you to see her anymore. Seeing you only puts cracks in her already-fragile mind state..."

"You can't be serious! For a whole year I've visited her nearly every single day after work, and now you tell me that my visits are harming her?"

"Yes...that's right."

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? THAT'S A LOAD OF BULL CRAP!"

"...Tomitake-san, when she sees you, it makes her long to be outside again. And when you leave...she tried to rip out the throat of a nurse that told you that visiting hours were over. Your visits are bringing her nothing but pain..."

"Well, how is me leaving going to make things better? She'll just become more upset!"

"We're coming up with a plan for that, I can assure you!"

"I can't just leave her! She needs me! I know she does!"

"Tomitake-san...in truth, you really have no say in the matter. You must obey what you are told...or you'll have to be arrested.

"...really..."

"Yes..."

"Fine. Can I...can I at least see her one more time? Just once more! Please! I want to tell her something important..."

"..."

"Please."

"...Fine. I'll allow you to visit her once more about three days from today. That will be the last time you two can see each other. Understand?"

"I do..."

'I just don't believe it...' Tomitake thought as he walked down a long hallway towards Takano's room, 'I can't really be harming her...am I?' Every room he passed was the same; a spacious area completely padded with soft sponge-like material to keep the patients there from harming themselves. There was a large bullet-proof glass wall that allowed people to look in at the patients and talk to them. Takano's room was the same as the others.

Looking through the glass, Tomitake was able to see Takano huddled in a corner of the room, wearing plain white clothes and mumbling under her breath. Tomitake put on a smile, tapped the glass, and called, "Hey, Takano-san...it's me."

The blonde woman immediately perked up when she heard Tomitake's voice. Spinning around to see him, she ran up to the glass and exclaimed, "Jiro-san! Hey! I'm so glad to see you again! I was worried you weren't coming today!" The cheerful look on her face made it hard to believe that poor Takano was losing her mind.

"...How has your day been so far?" Tomitake asked, trying his best to keep his voice from wavering. It just hurt him so much to see her like this and know it would be the last time.

"Oh, it was fine," Takano replied, "all the nurses that work here give me these weird looks a lot of the time though. I think they hate me..."

Tomitake wished he could have given the poor woman some much-needed comfort, but all he could use was his words: "Don't worry about it, Takano-san. What they think shouldn't matter. As long as they aren't actually hurting you or anything, then it won't be a problem."

Takano giggled. "You're right!" she said, "But anyway...Jiro-san, when do you think I can leave? You said I'll be able to live with you, right?"

Tomitake sighed; he figured it would be best just to break the news now instead of prolonging his pain...and hers.

"Takano-san...it's really hard for me to say this, but...this is the last time we'll be able to see each other..."

Takano froze, and her eyes widened. Her hands were slowly inching up towards her face as she quietly stuttered, "W...What did you say...? Is this a joke? It's...it's not funny, Jiro-san...it's not funny..."

"It's not a joke. The doctor...he said that my visits here are only harming you...this is the last time I'm allowed to see you..." Tomitake explained. He struggled to watch Takano start to break down from the news. He couldn't leave just yet, though...he still had to tell her one last thing.

"But...but if you don't come...who will? WHO'LL VISIT ME, JIRO-SAN! WHO! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARES! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE!" Takano screamed. She thrashed at the screen for a moment before slumping down to her knees; tears were pouring down her cheeks.

Tomitake turned his head away, unable to take anymore. "I'm sorry, Takano-san..."

"SORRY! SORRY! YOU'RE SORRY! NO, JIRO-SAN...YOU SHOULDN'T BE SORRY! YOU SHOULDN'T BE SORRY AT ALL! I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE SORRY! I'M THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE SORRY FOR HAVING TRUSTED IN SOMEONE LIKE YOU!"

"But...Takano-san, I-"

"I DIDN'T JUST TRUST YOU, JIRO-SAN...I...I CARED ABOUT YOU, TOO! UNDERSTAND?"

"I understand!" Tomitake boomed, "That's why...I care about you, too. I love you, Takano-san. I forgive you for everything, okay? I just want us to be together...but that's impossible. I'm sorry..."

"Jiro-san…I...I lo-"

And with that, Tomitake walked away. He covered his face with his hand to stop his own tears as Takano's insane screams and sobs echoed throughout the building. Then...the screaming ceased, and all was quiet.

"Jiro-san…Jiro-san…Jiro-san…" the blonde woman had lost everything now. Even the man she loved was gone. She had been put in a straight jacket so she wouldn't harm herself. She just wanted to die right now.

"It's sad when you give your heart to someone and then they just abandon you, huh?" spoke a fake sympathetic voice and Takano looked to see a man in a lab coat, black glasses and fedora, leaning against the wall of her cell.

"Who…who are you?" Miyo said as he looked to him. The smile he gave her was a chilling one.

"A man like you and your grandfather, a man of science, a man who asks the ultimate questions for the ultimate answers, a man who seeks the truth. All in all a man," said the man.

"You're not real," she denied, shaking her head. "You can't be real. Nothing is real."

"Ah…but I am real," said the man. "And I'm here to set you free."

"Who…?"

"You may call me Dr. Gebok, and I am your new best friend."

A/N: What is Gebok planning? Whatever it is, it isn't good. BTW, I borrowed these last few scenes from the fic "To Love the Insane" by Roxius.