Ack. I'm lazy. And too busy to properly call this week a 'holiday' as all my lecturers would have us believe it is... Anyway, here is more confusion for y'all.

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"Any effect?"

"I-hu-oh," Carla cleared her throat. "Not yet."

"Are you all right?"

"You startled me."

"Why isn't she awake yet?"

"She reacted badly to the change in sedatives, I had to amp it back up for a moment."

"You what?"

"She was about to slip into a coma, what else did you want me to do?"

"We need her awake."

"I know but if she falls into a coma then you won't be able to direct the implant, Dr. Martin."

Carla watched warily as Imogene bristled. She knew she was right and there was nothing the good (or not so good) Doctor could do about that. Medicine was not the blondes specialty, it's why Carla had been called in and while she had no qualms admitting she lacked true spine to stand up to the other, far more imposing woman, she was the one who knew what they were talking about here.

"How long?"

Carla started.

"Uh, another few hours and she should be conscious enough to respond to our prompts."

She stared straight at the woman strapped to the bed, listening as Dr. Martin's heels clipped across the floor to the bank of monitors.

"It's really rather impressive," she murmured.

Carla was game to speak.

Out of the corner of her eye she watched as the other woman cocked her head, puzzling over the stilted image.

"We've collected quite a breadth of data already from these images alone."

"Anything useful?"

"Uh, not strictly so, no."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, we certainly understand more of her life now. For example, did you know she actually did spend some time on a mountain top in Nepal?"

"So she didn't mislead Zimmerman entirely then?"

"No, it would seem not. And of course, the second objective's presence in her life is becoming more and more understandable the further we progress with the retrieval."

"Have you found much on her?"

"Unfortunately not. She appears in the images from time to time but the connections between memories are more sentimental than anything that forms a logical pattern."

"So her mind is still working then. Excellent."

"Pardon?"

"If she's making emotional jumps rather than chronological it means the serum didn't damage her brain."

"I already told you, the scans indicated that that had not been the case."

"I was dubious."

"You doubt my work?"

"No, I doubt any of us are truly prepared for what we've just uncovered."