The next few days had a usual schedule: the engineer would wake Link and do some repairs as they talked. He was very gruff, but Link trusted him to repair him.

"Have you ever repaired other things like me?" Link asked, keeping still, standing in front of the table while the engineer fiddled with parts in his chest. By then, his face and arms had been restored, his five sensed perfected. This engineer was skilled, but every time he worked while Link was awake, his hands shook, and his eyes darted around erratically.

"Sure. I make money by repairing other people's robots and creating my own. I don't make money as often as the others, but it's quite a bit."

"There are others?"

The engineer nodded, removing his goggles and shrugging off his coat. "Yeah." He turned, gingerly placing his coat on a cleared table.

His coat was a pretty blue color, white stripes on the ends of the sleeves and the bottom of the coat as well as the collars. Link had stared at it and asked, "Did that ever belong to a sailor?"

"It's always been mine. There is said to be an ocean far away, but I've never had a chance to see it. I want to see it one day, though." He turned back around, closing the chest cavity. "Once I'm done fixing you up, you can meet the others."

"Okay."

Most days were like that. Link would ask about the others and the engineer himself. The engineer looked tired, if Link had to describe him. His skin was darker than Link's, his hair long and a greenish-brown color. His eyes were green with dark circles underlining them, and his face was generally unshaven. He seemed gaunt and thin, his cheeks and eyes sunken, his arms thin. His left arm was thinner than his right, the black glove constantly covering it. A small, wired device was tucked behind his right ear, a few wires trailing down into his shirt.

His outfit was always the same, a white dress shirt and light blue vest, and the same silk scarf. Link often asked what the others looked like. The engineer usually said that the others were a man and a woman, both tall but not the same height as him. He informed him that Link was shorter than all of them. As he repaired the bottoms of his legs, the Hylian described what they each looked like. The man had pale, almost gray skin and white hair, the woman with black and bluish-gray skin, fiery orange hair.

"When can I meet them?"

"Tomorrow," He assured him, finishing on his legs. "I need to fix your eyes. Can I ask you a quick question?" He looked awkward, stitching on the rest of the synthetic skin. The expression on his face was one of pure discomfort. "Have you ever seen a small creature floating around me? Or heard a high-pitched, accented voice speaking?"

Link frowned. He shifted where his was sitting. It had been around a week since their first meeting, with the notes. The engineer had rather quickly patched him up, and now it seemed like his eyes were the last to be fixed. He was now covered in that synthetic skin, his face repaired, and the hair returned. He looked almost human, if not for the glow of his eyes and the chinks in the plating between joints. Link nodded. "Yeah. It seems to float around you, some little creature with five... tentacles? It talks with you, doesn't it?"

The engineer nodded and stood up. He returned his tools to the table and put his coat back on. "Your eyes are fine, then. You'll be the only one who can see that, but the others know about it. I'll get some clothes for you, and I'll show you to the others tomorrow." He looked Link over, and the robot seemed to flinch as the little creature showed up out of nowhere.

It didn't seem to be real. It floated around, nothing like any creature Link could think of. The engineer talked with him before leaving the room, going over what he had done and asking for comments. It seemed to be sarcastic. Every time, before starting, the engineer would say something to it, and it would disappear during the repairs.

A few times, Link asked him his name, and was told that he would be told later. He was getting impatient, but he would deal with it. The engineer left the room without a word. Link shifted on the table and stood up. He reached for the doorknob and twisted it. Link had never tried opening the door, and he was now repaired. The knob turned, and there was a slight click. Link paused and glanced behind himself one last time.

He pushed the door open and stumbled into the hallway he found himself in. The walls were sleek wood, just like the room he had woken up in. It was well-lit by more hanging lanterns down the hall. Link quietly shut the door behind him. It was at the end of the hall. Two other doors were the first things he saw. He crossed his arms and peered down at himself. It might be strange to run into some of the others, considering he looked nude. Perhaps he should have waited for the engineer to provide him with clothes.

Nonetheless, he walked down the hall. It was warm, but not uncomfortably so. Not like the wasteland he had been found in. But, according to the engineer, it seemed that the world was the wasteland. Link stopped at the two doors. He reached for one of the knobs but froze. What if he walked in on someone? Better to try and explore what was open.

The hallway led into an open room. One wall had stairs leading up to a second floor, and there was a metal door across from him. A table was in the middle and a few bookshelves were along the walls. Link walked into the middle of the room. A frayed rug was under the table, and a faded couch was in a corner. He stared around for a bit, anxious about if someone would see him. He needed to get back to the repair room before he was seen.

Link flinched, hearing footsteps on the floor above him, and ran back down the hallway. He fumbled with the knob and stumbled back into his room. Bad idea. Let the engineer introduce him. Less things would go wrong that way. He returned to his prone state on the table and listened to the faint noises outside. Talking. A pair of voices. Male and female. Neither were the engineer or that little creature.

It didn't take long for Link to doze off again.

"Wake up," the engineer muttered. He tossed some mound of cloth on top Link before he could sit up. "Put this on. I'll introduce you to the others and we can figure out what to do with you."

Link sat up and watched the engineer pace for a moment. The little creature was by his head, chattering very quietly. He stared at it, then turned his attention to the clothes. They were a pale green color, a short-sleeved tunic and some pale brown pants. No shoes. He slid off the table and quickly pulled the clothes on. He straightened them, then smiled at the engineer. "They fit really nicely."

The engineer just nodded and motioned towards the door. "C'mon, then." He crossed the room and pushed the door open, leaving Link behind.

It was so sudden that it took a few moments for it to register in Link's mind that he needed to follow. The engineer seemed desperate to get it over with. Either way, Link followed at a distance, not bothering to glance at the doors they passed. He reached up and tugged at his shirt. It was soft, certainly comfortable. He couldn't help but wonder how the engineer had gotten it. He'd mentioned a city a few times, both in speech and in his repair notes.

This time, two people were waiting at the table. They were the man and the woman that the engineer had described. The man with gray skin and white hair leered at him almost menacingly, and the woman had curiosity in her yellow and red eyes. The engineer beckoned at Link to indicate for him to stand beside him. "This is Link. He's that robot I found. Once I can figure out as much as I can about him, he'll help out around here." The engineer walked a bit closer to the table, and Link did the same.

Link stopped a few feet from the table. The engineer strode quickly around the room and settled in the chair across from him. Link glanced at each of them. "...Hello."

"So, it speaks!" the man with white hair exclaimed. He sat up. He was wearing a peculiar suit, originally white but stained gray. Diamond shaped holes were cut in the front of the shirt and down the legs of his pants. Black leather boots were on his feet, however. "Our crazy engineer friend here tells me that your name is Link. I'm Ghirahim, remember my name. Store it in those 'memory logs' you seem to have."

Link nodded timidly. "...Nice to meet you, Ghirahim." He rubbed the back of his neck, turning to the woman. She was wearing a black cloak with slightly glowing blue shapes. Underneath was a simple gray shirt and leggings with what seemed to be metal kneepads and greaves. "Who are you? The engineer never told me any of your names."

The woman blinked and frowned. She turned to the engineer. "You didn't tell him your name?"

"Didn't tell him 'bout Bellum, either, but he knows about him, too."

The woman groaned. She smiled weakly at Link. "I'm sorry about him; he's a stubborn jerk. I'm Midna, by the way, and I've been tasked with the unfortunate job of watching over these two morons." Midna let the smile drop and glared back at the engineer. "Your turn. You owe him your name."

The engineer scowled. Link blink, awaiting an answer, and spotted the little blue creature again. Every so often, while it floated around the engineer's head, it flickered. Link stared at it, absorbed in wondering what it was and almost didn't notice the engineer tell him his name. "...I'm Linebeck."

Link blinked and nodded. "Thanks for telling me. What is that little thing that keeps appearing around you?" He pointed at it as it froze, peering over at Link. It has a single eye that seemed to be in a mouth with sharp teeth- a strange looking little thing. "Is it even alive? I've heard you speaking with it a few times."

"That's Bellum," Linebeck explained, pointing to it. "He's like a personal AI. I'm... pretty sure I created him." He moved the goggles up to his forehead and pointed at his eyes. "You know how I have light green lines in the whites of my eyes? They have something to do with letting me see him. The tiny chip behind my ear allows the robotics connected to me to work."

Link smiled. "I assume that you created it. From the looks of the things I saw in the workshop and the repairs made to me, you seem to be very skilled."

"I am, thank you." Linebeck leaned back and crossed his legs on the tabletop. "For the next week I want you to start helping us around here. Don't open the metal door in the hallway until I tell you to." The little AI, Bellum, rolled his eye and muttered something to Linebeck.

Link glanced from Ghirahim to Midna. Neither of them seemed to notice anything about Bellum. "Am I the only one who can see or hear Bellum along with Linebeck?"

Ghirahim nodded, standing up. "Only robots and people with eyes like Linebeck's can see them. So- only robots and Linebeck." He scowled, facing away from Linebeck, but Midna took notice. "Anyways, I'll show you around our humble little base here. I assume Linebeck has work to do, and Midna's got business in the city. She'll be out until midday tomorrow, providing she leaves soon. You can spend a day with her once she gets back." He shot a quick glance at her, and she rolled her eyes at him.

Link's smile faltered. "You guys don't seem to like each other much."

Linebeck shrugged, getting to his feet. "We're like a family!" He walked around the table, keeping his distance as he passed by him. "One hell of a dysfunctional family."

While he left to the hallway, presumably to the workshop, Ghirahim clapped his hands together. "Well! Let's get started. I'll show you the inside and outside today, and you will help with crops, cooking, upkeep and general life afterwards! We'll take you to the city the next time we all go, too." He gestured for Link to follow and motioned to a doorway to another room. Link frowned but said nothing. Compared to most everyone else, he was wearing the strangest clothing.

Ghirahim didn't wait for him to follow. He walked off to the doorway, leaving Link behind. Midna sighed and waved half-heartedly at Link before walking to the metal door and pulling it open, leaving the building.

Link sighed, shuddering a little. He had been repaired and introduced to the group he'd be living with. In that sense, he had been saved. On the other hand, he didn't know much about the world... yet. His memory was erased, though. But perhaps that didn't matter. Something seemed off either way. He turned and jogged after Ghirahim.