McKenzie frowned and lowered her hands. Obviously, everyone but Coach wasn't going to talk to her. Honestly though, what had she expected? She had been holed up in a cold cell not ten minutes ago. There must have been a reason for that.

She turned to find Coach walking towards her with a glass of water and a pill in her hand. "Here. A pain killer for your arm."

"Oh! Thank you." McKenzie studied the pill for a second before gulping it down. "Wow." She breathed. "That's some strong stuff." The raw ache was already subsiding.  Glancing around, McKenzie ran her fingers through the newly chopped ends of her ponytail. "Where are we?"

"Follow me, and I'll tell you."

She and Coach walked down one of the many hallways as the older woman told her about her past. Where she had come from, who she was, what she was like, what happened to her that took away her memory.

Even as Coach added more detail, McKenzie found herself pummeling her with more and more questions.

There was a disease that caused you to lose your memory? 

What did Coach mean by "you went berserk and needed to be restrained"?

And the most important one...

"So I didn't do anything wrong?" McKenzie's voice wavered even as relief poured through her, but it was short lived. There was a glimmer in Coach's eyes and a pause in her sentence, making her next words hard to believe.

"Of course not La- McKenzie. You were just a danger to yourself. We saved you."

However comforting the simple statement could have been, she hadn't missed the anger and guilt behind Coach's green gaze.

She decided not to let anyone know she had noticed it.

"Who- who are you to me?" McKenzie stammered instead, half dreading any answer.

"A mother figure." There it was again. The anger.

That didn't make sense. Where was her real mother? Unless... "Is she dead? My mom?"

Coach seemed to be taken by surprise by this, and her eyebrows shot up. "I..." She sighed. "It's a long story, one that will all be explained in time."

McKenzie tried to except that, but it felt wrong. Everything was starting to feel wrong. The color of her sneakers, the brightness of the fluorescent lights, even the length of her hair. This just didn't feel... normal.

But then again, what did a young woman with a memory-losing disease know about normal?

She glanced to the large glass doors. "Can I go outside? I haven't seen the... the sun for a while." McKenzie bit back a frown. She'd had to struggle for that information, what the sun was called.

Coach hesitated, obviously not noticing the blip. "I don't see why not." Was her eventual answer.

Suddenly there was a cough behind them, and another woman walked up. Her shock of white hair was a deep contrast to her warm brown skin, but it went perfectly with her large goggle-like glasses and white lab coat. "Coach, may I speak with you?" She glanced pointedly at McKenzie, her dark eyes narrowing with judgement.

They walked a bit away, the two of them talking for a minute before Coach sighed. She nodded her permission to McKenzie, who had been fidgeting by the doors the entire time.

Yes! McKenzie resisted the urge to give herself a high five. She blinked against the sunlight, a smile curling her lips, a motion she hadn't had the chance to feel for a while.

At least sunlight couldn't feel wrong, right?

You couldn't just get rid of the simplicity of the sun.

Brunt watched McKenzie as she walked through the doors, sighing. Dr. Bellum had just informed her that if McKenzie were to exit the building, the microchip implanted in her arm would activate itself. It would take 30 seconds to warm up, and then it would teleport the young woman back into her cell. The chip could be turned off, of course. The only concern was that if McKenzie was teleported, the electricity risked her mind wipe being reversed and her memories coming back.

Coach Brunt decided that it was worth the risk. It was eerie and frustrating to see the girl she had used to love as a daughter -turned enemy- as this new person. 

McKenzie.

She nodded. "At least this way, I won't have to pretend to be nice." She muttered, rolling her neck.

Dr. Bellum chuckled in agreement beside her.