The wooden door was like my own personal Mount Everest. If I could just walk through that door, I could anything else I needed to do.

According to the nurse at the floor desk, Roy, the original Roy, was in a drug-induced comma until his body grew used to not being chronically frozen.

I could see Roy's feet formed under the hospital blankets at the edge of the bed. The head of his bed was pushed up against the right wall. I wasn't close enough to the window to see his face.

Nurses, patients, and other visitors passed behind me, ignoring the girl who was trying to get the courage to go and see a comatose boy.

"Go on in," said a voice beside me. "He may be comatose, but it will help. Both of you."

I turned to see a skinny nurse was who had spoken. She was short, shorter than I had been before my transformation. Her bleached blonde hair was pulled up in a bun that might had at one point been tight, but now strands of hair were loose all over and her blue eyes looked droopy and tired. I saw that she was wearing flower patterned scrubs and holding a pile of freshly cleaned blankets. Her hospital ID badge named her "Jill Troy."

"He hasn't had any visitors to come see him," Jill continued. "Only phone calls to check up on him. I know it's scary to see him like that, but it gets better. He'll get out of it. Talking does help."

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

Jill seemed to understand. She just gave me a small smile and walked into Roy's room. I followed her in, my heart pounding in my chest.

I watched as Jill changed Roy's blankets and checked over his vitals, standing a fair ways back. Before leaving, Jill placed a chair on the right side of the bed, the side closest to me. She gave me one last encouraging smile and left.

When the door shut, I slowly moved towards the bed. Just as I was about to sit down I noticed bandages covering Roy's right arm. The blanket was pulled up to his chest with only his left arm lying over the blankets. I took a deep breath, lifted the blanket… and collapsed into the chair.

Roy's right arm was missing.

I laid my head in my hands. I hadn't known about him losing his arm. I hadn't actually seen Red find Roy; I had only seen the others discussing the discovery. I could only imagine what had happened. Finally, I allowed myself to really look at his face.

Roy looked so young, like he had hardly aged in eight years.

I move from the chair the edge of the bed and gently pick up Roy's hand, inspecting it closely. It was soft and even a little fragile looking from years of not being used. My eyes drift back up to his face. It was peaceful.

But I didn't recognize it.

"Roy," I sighed, "I don't know if you remember me. Erin. I think that you must, since you were in love with me before you disappeared. If you woke up right now you probably wouldn't recognize me. I've changed a lot since the last time you saw me my freshman year." I was babbling. I just couldn't let it out, could I?

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Finally, I let it out slowly. "Look, Roy. I came here today because I thought I could make life easier for everyone. Red could stay with Jade and Lian wouldn't have to live in a broken home like I did because I could be with you. Everyone's happy. But sitting here I realize that I can't do that. I don't know you. I know the features on your face, but not the person behind them." My eyes drift to his hand that I was still holding. "Red maybe your clone, but you can't be exactly like him. You've had different experiences and experiences make up who we are. You're not the Roy I fell in love with." I bite my bottom lip. "I'm sorry."

Getting that all off my chest was a relief, though I feared I would have to repeat all of my speech when Roy woke up.

"I wish you didn't feel that way."

My eyes flicked back up to Roy's face, but he was still unconscious. I turned around.

Roy, my Roy, was leaning against the door. I didn't bother to ask how long he had been standing there, I already knew the answer. "Long enough."

"What?" I asked, a little hostile. "You want me to move on to him?"

"That's not what I meant. I meant that I wish you didn't feel that you were messing everything up and needed to move on to the real Roy Harper to make things right." Roy stepped forward, pulling a packet of papers out of his inside coat pocket as I stood up. "I want you to see these."

I took the papers and read them. Then I gasped.

"Divorce papers?" I looked up at Roy. "You obviously weren't listening. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. I can't live with being responsible for Lian having divorced parents."

Roy shook his head. "Jade and I– we were doomed from the start. She even left at one point. Look at the date, Erin. The date I filed the papers."

I skimmed. Then looked up quickly. "A month ago? Before I even came back the first time?"

"Yeah," Roy laughed a little. "My life may be getting back together, but my marriage was never whole in the first place, Erin. Some marriages just don't make it, there's nothing we can do about it."

I sighed. "You always do that."

"Do what?" Roy stepped forward until we were only inches apart.

"Make me feel like an idiot after I jump to the wrong conclusions," I explained.

Roy smiled. "I don't mean to. You make it too easy. You always had that habit, you know."

I looked back down at the papers. "Jade hasn't signed them yet."

Roy let out a soft whistle. "I didn't know how to approach the situation with getting my head ripped off. We're still living together–"

"It's okay," I interrupt, handing him back the papers. "You don't have to explain yourself."

"Well that's a first."

I roll my eyes. I take one last glimpse at the Roy lying unconscious in the hospital bed. "I should get back to the Cave. I've got a lot of catching up to do."

Roy stepped out of my way and as I passed him, his fingers brushed against mine. The sparks I used to feel lit up at the contact and I thought, Maybe there is hope after all.