-The File—

"I thought you said there was a file on Graft at the station?" Lin yelled at Tenzin in her living room. Bolin stood awkwardly to the side, not knowing what to say.

"I told you. I only inferred that they would want to keep documentation on him as leverage."

"Apparently you were wrong. I need that information, Tenzin! " Lin snapped.

"Lin, I'm sorry. I don't know what to tell you. You'll have to find something else," Tenzin said.

Lin glared at the silent Bolin. "Nothing at all? What about Qu's diary?" Lin asked.

"Uh, no. I looked everywhere and I couldn't find it. I did what you said. There was a place with files that was closed off so I had to find the key. I looked under all the G names in the file cabinet. Also, the Chief's door was locked too so I couldn't sneak into there to get any of his stuff," Bolin said. Thank goodness, he thought.

Lin looked suspiciously from Bolin to Tenzin. "So you just gave up and left? You couldn't have found that key?" Lin sighed and rubbed her head. "I don't think this file on Graft is nonexistent, Bolin. I think someone else got it before us." She continued staring at Tenzin. He got upset.

"Well, maybe it will just turn up then," he said, then left her apartment.

It was the night after she told Bolin to retrieve Graft's records. "Lin, did you go to the station today?"

"No I didn't. I wouldn't be welcome there. Why?"

"They were talking about you. Like, worse than usual. They said you were a threat and something had to be done."

"Each one of them is too much of a pussy to do anything to me," Lin said angrily. Fury leaked out of her when she spoke every sentence. This case was loosening her grip on her temper.

"I'm just saying, please be careful," Bolin said. "I have to go home. My roommate has been lonely most of the day and I want to make sure nothing has happened."

"Bolin, I want you to stay indoors as much as possible over the next few days. I would advise avoiding the station. Psychos are running through the street and our own police department is untrustworthy. You will come here when I call you. There are things I am going to look into myself. Report to me when you've found something, and come here. "

"Right-o." Lin looked at him curiously. She was starting to calm down.

"Hm, the girl you almost ran into, your new roommate, right? How is she?"

"Good, I think. Her memory is slowly returning I think."

"Something tells me her case isn't completely unrelated to our work."

Bolin had been by to check on Shiva throughout that day. She was keeping busy by watching television about Graft, reading the newspaper about Graft. Pabu lied across her lap. He had quickly taken a liking to Shiva.

"You have a thing for Graft?" Bolin asked her when he returned home.

"I remember that name." Bolin was excited. Her memory had slowly been coming back. It was progress. She was remembering new things every day. Bolin was overjoyed to be home with her. He sat next to her as close as possible without being creepy. She didn't seem to notice. Score.

"That's great! It's not hard to believe. Graft's name is everywhere, all over the news and stuff, as you can see. He's…popular these days."

"Yeah, I can tell." Shiva stood up and walked to the window. She looked at the city.

"How was your day? Do you want anything?"

"My day was okay. I just tried to remember some things."

"Any more luck?"

"Yeah, actually. I think I can tell you a little bit more now," she said. "I was kept in a room with a bed, and the door had a slot where they would give me food. I specifically remember the food tasting very weird. It was just bread, just potatoes, and even the water. Such normal things and somehow it tasted really strange all the time. I don't remember how many meals I've had, but I know that they did something to me. I could not remember how I got there once I started eating. They never made contact with me any other way, so it had to be food.

"The length of time I was imprisoned there is unknown to me. It was very monotonous, I don't remember if it was any different before but the memories I have are just of sitting around in that room waiting for my next meal. I felt sick because I couldn't remember myself. I felt depressed. All I knew anymore were the four walls around me, but I remembered there was something beyond them. I just didn't know what. I heard them talking one time. They said my hair color changed since I had been there. That I had become more neutral in my personality. I was an experiment, Bolin. That is something…"

"Shiva…," Bolin said quietly.

"Shiva was the experiment they did. That was what they referred to me as since that was the name of the experiment. They were trying to make some kind of destructive weapon out of me."

"How did you escape?" Bolin asked.

Shiva sighed deeply. "There was something I learned while I was in that prison." She moved her hands away from the windows and the condensation came off as water. A sphere of water formed over her hand. No drips. No errors.

"Wow! You're a waterbender. So you waterbent your way out?"

"Yes. They were surprised as well. They didn't think it worked. I was a failure to them. I managed to escape one night. For a few nights I had refused to eat so I could remember this part a little easier. I ran through long corridors that all looked the same, all had the same "S" insignia every few meters. It was all corridors until I got to a sewer. Men dressed in all black tried to stop me. They hurt me with some of their weirdly shaped blades but I managed to elude them. The sewer went on for a while and I had lost their trail eventually. They were kind of easy to avoid after a while actually. The sewer led me the channel, somewhere close to the city limits. There was nowhere beyond there to go if I didn't want to freeze to death, so travelled back into the city and found you."

"Could you tell me where this sewer was? Maybe I can look into it and see where you were being held so we can stop these guys." Bolin had a map and Shiva was able to easily locate it and tell him how to navigate through the sewer to get back. It was actually pretty simple. But Shiva did not want to go back.

"Bolin these men were dangerous. They cut me with their blades, but it felt different than just an ordinary cut. I felt like some part of myself left my body along with my blood. Some part of me was just sucked out. Like they tapped into my memories, kind of like the food. They were quick. I feel as though I got out too easily and they are expecting someone to return the way I left. I don't want you to go there, please, just stay with me for now."

Bolin would definitely do this. As long as she was in his care he would not let these men come for her. She needed him. She looked as if she had more to say.

"Bolin, that's not all. I know it looks like I am a waterbender. I don't remember much from my life before. I don't remember what I was, but I remember what I wasn't. I know that I was never a waterbender before that place."

Bolin suddenly realized what kind of experiment may have been done on her. Whatever was in her food had traces of Clasma. "Shiva, I think you might have been exposed to something potentially dangerous in there. Have you heard of a substance called Clasma?"

"No, I've never heard the name." She began looking worried. She started to cry.

"I think they put it in your food to change how cosmic energy and you interact so that you could learn to bend. It is a miraculous thing, but it is extremely dangerous. It is somehow going around the city, and the people that use it develop split personalities and start going crazy." Bolin was saying the wrong things. She was crying now. He hugged her and she cried on him.

"Bolin, please, I don't know what is happening. I've changed. I don't want to go insane. I want to be the way I was before." Sobbing. Bolin hugged her tightly.

"I won't let anything happen to you." Bolin was no longer concerned about Graft or the files he failed to steal that day. His priority was Shiva.

The files on Graft. The diary. They had existed, but another person had gotten to it sooner. Korra sat in her bedroom, crying as well. The file rested next to her yet to be opened. Upon her return from the station, her closet that was full of Clasma samples was empty. Someone had robbed her and taken the most dangerous substance and she didn't have any idea who it could have been or how they found her. She thought about how stupid it was just storing it in her room. All that remained from this robbery was the smell of spray-paint lining her room. A large "S" above her trashed bed.

Korra had failed again. She heard someone behind her.

"Korra." It was Asami. "Are you okay?"

Korra turned around, then back again. "Asami…"

Asami walked over and sat on the floor next to Korra. They sat in silence for a few minutes while one of them thought about what to say to break it.

Asami initiated. "What happened here?"

Korra wiped her eyes. "I guess I was found out. Asami, have you heard of Clasma?"

"No, what is it? Are you okay?"

"It is this drug that has been causing all the crime lately. It gives people the power to bend."

Asami's eyes widened. The man who just tried to mow her and Mako down must have been using that. "I know what you are talking about Korra."

"I've been collecting it since I got here, well, stealing it from the mob meetings I've raided. It was what everyone was after. Tenzin just said not to let the police get it because they wouldn't know what to do but I didn't either so I just kept it and now someone broke in and took them all," Korra was crying again, then she got angry. "Jeez, and all I've been doing is crying over this and not dealing with it. I'm so angry at myself and everyone around me."

Asami felt her problems were put into some perspective by the troubles Korra was going through. "Korra…"

"There isn't anything you can say, Asami. I know you want me to feel better but I'm dealing with something that is beyond this world. If I don't succeed…bad things are going to happen," Korra said. The conversation was slow. Each time someone said something there was a resting period before the next person spoke.

"I know it seems hard Korra, and it probably is, but even someone like you needs a friend with them while they go through these dark times. It's the only way to keep your sanity."

Korra knew Asami was right. Korra knew she needed help with what she was doing. She had friends here in the city. They were just scattered now. But maybe she could start here and bring them back together. For another mission. Korra realized this may be too much for one person.

She wiped her face again. "Agh, okay. So I'm dealing with a little crisis right now, but, maybe if we work together we can fix this thing, right?"

"What is that next to you?" Asami was referring to the large file folder next to Korra.

"Those are a few things I stole from the police station today. I was trying to see if they had any files on Graft, and they did, but I also took some journal entries from the Chief himself. I was going to look through them but then I got overwhelmed by how bad of a situation it is that all this Clasma is missing. If anyone shows up though, I'll knock them silly."

Asami wanted to know anything about Graft, the man who took one of the last things she had and now was trying to ruin Korra. "Shall we take a look?"

"Yeah, let's do it."