Leland examined himself in a plastic handheld mirror, the first time he had looked at himself since his "car accident".

In his own opinion, he was hideous. His hair was scruffy and longer than before, and both it and his mustache had become greasy. Not to mention, his facial features and expression had been shifted by a variety of factors. One side of his face, of course, sagged from paralysis. His eyes stuck out a little more, and his nose, which had been broken during his attempted murder, was slightly crumpled and off-center. There were little scars on the side of his face that actually did work. He also had a bit of an overbite -he had actually always had it, but now it was less endearing and more unsightly.

Perhaps it was a dumb thing to be concerned about. Perhaps his face should have been the least of his concerns due to the current circumstances. Perhaps beauty really truly is only skin deep. But to him, this was a slap in the face. Not only was he maimed, he was also, at least in his own opinion, far less handsome then he had been before. Grem had robbed Leland of his mental health, his strength, his job, his limbs -and now, his beauty.

And as he looked closer, he realized the titian hair color he had managed to keep well after Finn had begun going gray was now fading as well, probably from the stress. He dropped the mirror onto his lap. Hagen looked at him.

"I look bloody dreadful." She drew closer.

"No, no. You look alright, we just need to clean you up a bit." Leland was getting "cleaned up" because MI6 was going to put him through a few psychological and cognitive tests to see if he would be fit to testify at the trials of Zündapp and his men. Leland sighed.

"You can try your best, but I'm still going to be minging."

"Don't say that. We'll get right to making you presentable."

Leland looked at himself in the mirror again. He was clean-shaven now, with his undercut shaven again, now with the top shorter and even more Bernard Sumner-esque. He wore a short sleeved khaki button-down with darker brown trousers, and sat upright in a wheelchair. He looked up from the mirror, seeing Hagen watching him.

"Hagen-" She stopped him, and out of view from him, turned off the room's surveillance like she did when talking to Holley a few days ago.

"No, no -call me Patrice." He made a little noise at this, something between a scoff and a chuckle.

"Your real name is Patrice? And you gave it out to a subordinate?" She gave him a gentle smile that reminded him a little of Finn's new partner.

"I would like to be more than your boss now, Leland. I would like to be... your friend." His face softened at this. She smiled at this, only to watch him look away, followed by his face growing unhappy once more. Patrice followed his gaze, which led to the door of his room.

"Why hasn't Finn come in yet?"

"You told him not to until you were all cleaned up."

"Oh, forgot about that..." Patrice briefly placed a hand on Leland's shoulder before walking away to go get Finn. The man soon rushed over to Leland, who gave him a crooked smile. Finn gently took the mirror from him.

"Do I look any better?"

"You look wonderful. You remind me of how you looked back in the day, before the mustache and toning down the New Order look." Leland blushed at this.

"That reminds me..." Finn took out a small box, almost like a ring box. He opened it to reveal a tiny pair of pink topaz stud earrings. Leland's face brightened at this.

"They're lovely, Finn... Pamela used to have a pair just like these... they were her first pair..."

"These are them, Leland. I had her husband send them over -he'd kept them all these years."

"And she had kept them since getting them done?" This actually didn't surprise Leland -Pamela had been a very sentimental person.

"Where did you get the idea to bring me me sister's earrings?" Finn looked at him.

"Why, I got the idea from you, Leland. You were telling me about Pamela getting her ears pierced a couple days ago, and you told me that you didn't remember much of her since the head injury, so I figured I would call Fritz and see if he still had some of her things..." Fritz was Pamela's widower, a German immigrant who still lived in the house he had shared with her in Liverpool.

"Fritz knows I'm alive?" Finn nodded.

"Why hasn't he visited yet?"

"Security reasons, my dear." Leland nodded. Finn put the studs into Leland's ears and held up the mirror. Leland smiled again. Inside, Finn was overflowing with joy -Leland was like his old self right now. Finn checked the time. It was 9:20. The psychologist would be here at 11:00. Hopefully Leland wouldn't have any mood swings today, or at least not until after the psychological exam. Sure, it was important that Leland's issues were addressed, but Finn still didn't want him coming off as completely deranged -if he were to actually describe Leland's mental state in layman's terms, he would use the word unhinged instead.

"That wasn't the only thing Fritz sent over, Leland..." Finn pulled something out of his jacket and placed it on Leland's lap -Pamela's old Sony Walkman. Leland's face lit up. Finn held up a cassette of Power, Corruption and Lies, then a cassette of Low-Life. He placed them on a nearby table, then placed the Walkman there as well. He walked away to go get something, coming back with what seemed to be a photo album. He opened it to a page with photos of a young Pamela, a couple of them containing Leland as well. Leland's hands began shaking.

"Oh, look at her... how old was she in these?"

"I would estimate her to be around fourteen in these photos." Leland managed to turn the bulky plastic page.

"Me sister... she's sixteen in these ones... I just barely remember that she had pink hair..." Pamela's black locks had been dyed bubblegum pink in every photo on this page.

"I remember you saying that first morning you didn't remember anything. To me, Leland, it sounds like some of this is coming back to you now." Leland nodded.

"Leland, do you remember... the rig?" Even as he spoke, he doubted it was a good idea to bring it up.

To his surprise, Leland calmly nodded. How Finn wished he could be like this all the time! Perhaps now he could push Leland a little harder about it.

"Do you remember who did this to you?" Leland sighed and nodded.

"Grem was his name... Finn, why are you bringing him up?" Leland looked a little more distressed now. Finn took him by the hand.

"Leland, you know what this psychological evaluation is for, right?"

"'s to see if I qualify for desk work..." Finn shook his head.

"They want you to testify against Zündapp and his thugs." Leland's eyes widened at this.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes." Leland gripped Finn's hand.

"I'd have to see their faces..." Finn nodded.

"They'd know I'm alive..."

"They've all been denied bail, Leland."

"What happens when they're released?"

"Nonsense, they'll all die in jail one way or another."

"What if they escape?"

"They're all going to maximum security prisons -abroad, might I add."

"But Zündapp, he's so..."

"Leland, no one is going to hurt you now."

"How can you be so sure?" Finn pulled Leland close.

"Because I won't let them."