Jason snaps out of his prolonged stance when a wall mount speaker, on the outlying edge of the room, plays a sonorous chime.

'SCAN COMPLETE,' The voice announces from the speaker. 'PATIENT IS STABLE.'

Jason sniffs, blinking his puffy eyes. She's alive. He steps forward to gaze at the comatose patient. She'll wake up soon. He assembles his fragile composure as he trudges toward the bed. I can't believe she's alive. Tears roll down his cheeks when he glances at her face up close. 'Thank God I'm wearing a face mask,' he says, adjusting the foggy mask over his face. 'Otherwise by now, you'd be drenched in my tears,' His laugh slowly transitions to a sob when he touches the blanket draping Carrie's left arm.

'Your sister was detected with necrotizing fascilitis that night,' Anthony says as he treads down the staircase. He pauses to look at a perplexed Jason behind. 'It's a rare infection where the bacteria, when it enters an open wound, destroys skin, muscle and other soft tissues in its path.' The young man widens his eyes in response. 'We were able to stop the spread of the infection,' the physician continues. 'But her left forearm, which had the infected laceration, was severely damaged.' The guardian jerks to a stop. 'We had no choice but to amputate her forearm.'

Jason unfolds the part of the blanket draping his sister's arm. The scar will take another six months to heal internally. The physician's voice chimes in his head. He brushes her residual arm, viewing the faint scar at its end.'I'm sorry,' he blubbers as he sinks to the floor. 'I'm sorry for not being there for you that day.' He rests his heavy head on the bedstead, 'Thank you, Dr. Banks. Thank you for keeping her alive and safe.'

Ping!

Jason jolts awake upon hearing the loud ping. I can't believe I dozed off. He sniffs as he lifts his head, 'Ahh.' He stretches his taut neck and carefully re-positions his numb legs. 'Why did I doze off like this?' He eyes Carrie as he wriggles his feet. She hasn't woken up yet. His gaze shifts to the screen projected on the wall before him. He squints his puffy eyes to read the notification.

THE EMERGENCY MODE HAS BEEN LIFTED. PERMISSION TO TRANSFER PATIENT. Another message appears below it: LOCATION: HYBRID ROOM 1, SECOND FLOOR.

'I should ask Dr. Banks about this,' Jason scans his immaculate surroundings. 'There must be something I can use to contact him.' He spots a wireless intercom in the corner of the room. 'Ah ha,' He treads to the end table and glances at the list of contacts taped beside the intercom.

1 - Elizabeth Banks, Owner of Pearl Manor (2017 - Present), Junior Technician (2012 - Present)

2 - Mark Saltman, Attending Physician (2011 - Present)

3 - Alexa Barrings, Chief Technician (2004 - Present)

'Why isn't Dr. Banks' name on the top?' He fingers through the list. 'Finally,' He reads the rectified contact at the bottom of the page.

9 - Anthony Banks. Chief Physician (2003 - present), Owner of Pearl Manor (2003 - 2017)

He dials in the number and waits as the intercom beeps. Maybe Tom did this for me to find you. Jason tilts his head as he turns back, glancing at his sister with a relieved smile across his flushed face. The intercom crackles to life, 'Hello?'

'Dr. Banks?' He speaks into the device, rubbing his eyes. 'It's me, Jason. There's a screen in front of me asking for my sister's relocation. What should I do?'

'Wait a moment.' He hears tapping over the device. 'Yes, please accept the notification,' Anthony speaks over the line. 'She needs to be monitored there.' Jason nods, 'Okay.' He glances at the device, 'Now how do I hang up?' He says to himself, examining the intercom. 'Where's Liz?' Tom speaks over the line, making him straighten. Now what happened? 'She's gone upstairs to her room-' He hears a faint thud over the line. 'Where are you going?' Anthony's voice disrupts into static.

The intercom beeps, notifying the user that the call has been disconnected. 'Should I go?' His gaze falls on the screen displayed on the wall, 'I was supposed to do this.' He glances at his sister while rubbing his forehead, 'Sorry.' He sprints to the far wall and taps the 'Yes' button on the screen. 'You know, she saved me a few times.' Vague memories of the physician's daughter treating him flash in his mind as he turns around.

'Please step on the yellow square,' The voice announces. An illuminated yellow tile appears near the bedstead. 'And her dad is Dr. Banks,' Jason says as he steps on the yellow tile. 'Can you believe that?' His gaze shifts to a polycarbonate wall emerging from a black lining on the tiled floor, near the far end of the bedstead. Woah. He gapes as he watches the wall maneuver a few feet above his head and seal at a silver lining marked behind the yellow tile, 'I was wondering how we would get out of here.' He notices a few safety belts emerge from the either side of the mattress and fasten the patient.

'Please hold on to the device.' Jason hits the glass wall behind when a hand grip falls right before his face. He holds the grip while rubbing the back of his head. The glass here is durable. He muses as he inspects the spot he hit his head at. 'Initiating Relocation,' The voice chimes. Jason gasps as he sees the wall behind the headboard slide open, 'Cool.' He watches the compartment glide into a dimly lit corridor.

'You are missing a lot of things,' He eyes the compartment as it ascends through a wide, illuminated shaft. He glances at his older sister, 'So wake up.' He tightens his grip on the hand-grip as the glass elevator ceases to a halt. 'I think we're here,' Jason says as a door slides open on his left. His gaze shifts to the accompanying chest of drawers as the glass compartment enters the hybrid room.

We found a few of her belongings when we brought her in, so we've stored them in the drawer beside her bed. The physician's voice answers his unsolicited question. He opens the top drawer and spots her folded clothes. 'I thought they would throw it away.' He touches the four-striped shoulder epaulets with the tip of his fingers. 'Don't you miss flying?' Jason says, showing the blazer to the comatose captain. He eyes her left arm, 'You don't have to worry. I'll help with the rehabilitation and picking out the most efficient prosthetic arm. Then you'll be back to flying in no time.'

He places the blazer back and opens the remaining drawers. 'They saved your precious Rolex too,' Jason says, waving the watch over Carrie. 'You should learn something from it.' He examines the watch. 'It fell from the same height, and see, it still works perfectly.' He sighs when he reads the time. It's 3.30 already? He notices the absence of the glass wall around him when he steps back. 'So please wake up.' He takes out her phone from the bottom drawer, 'Even your phone's working.' Jason watches the phone as it starts up.

His lifts his head and views the glass window on the far wall, 'Oh, I've seen him before.' He tries to remember the name of the man who stands, facing a bedstead, in the adjacent room. 'He's Nathan.' He recollects the vague memory of Alexa's monologue. He looks at the woman beside him who gazes at a resting tween. 'He might be their son,' He watches the parents lean in when the boy begins to show signs of arousal.

'Mom?' Jason watches his eight-year-old self call her from the bed. Veronica, younger and sleep-deprived, rushes to him. 'Jace,' she exclaims, examining him. 'You're awake.' His mom turns away from the bed. 'Carrie,' she calls. 'Your brother's awake.' The room door slides open, revealing a teenager who walks in. 'Hey,' she says, waving at her brother. 'Mom, I told you that he'll wake up soon.' She grins.

Jason returns to reality when he feels the slightly dented phone in his hand vibrate. He glances at the loading phone screen. Now I can find out what happened that day. His forehead creases when he sees the locked screen, 'I thought you had the pattern screen lock.' He glances at the PIN screen lock. 'What's the password?'

'I'm changing my password,' Carrie says, storming into Jason's room. 'So don't even think of using my phone for binge watching shows.'

'Why would I binge watch in your phone when I have my laptop here?' Her brother replies, pointing to his MacBook Pro. He eyes her formal attire as he gets off his bed, 'Is the meeting going to be held today?'

'No,' She replies. 'High school reunion,' She rolls her eyes as she changes the password. 'Ahh, then say hi to Kirby for me,' He darts his gaze to his study table when he earns a hardening glare from his sister. He toys with the pens in the pen-stand, 'So did you ask Mom if she used your phone for watching shows?'

'No,' She answers, placing her phone back. 'I know she wouldn't do that.' She looks at her brother who nods in response, 'I'll be back before dinner.'

'You forgot what today is?' Jason says, trying to suppress his mirth. Carrie glances at her younger brother, 'It's not any of our birthdays, you don't have any competitions and Mom has no campaigning event.' She retrieves her phone and bites her lip when she reads the date. 'Hmm,' he says, grinning as he plops on his bed. 'How can you, of all people, forget that it's Mothers' day today?'

Carrie rubs her crinkled forehead as she sinks on the bean bag beside her, 'Did you prepare anything?' He nods, 'But I'm not letting you take credit for this.'

'Can't you let this slide?' She says. 'The one opportunity that my perfect sister misses an important event,' Jason turns to her. 'I can't waste that.' A mischievous smile grows on his face. His sister leans forward, 'I cover for you all the time.'

'But I've improved right?' He counters. 'Now it's you who's forgotten.' He eyes the phone. Now's the perfect time. 'I play video games on your phone, and yes, Mom did watch a few movies.' 'What?' She replies, surprised. 'Mom used your phone last Thursday. After that, I'm not sure,' He says. 'And for me, the app only works in your phone. My phone is far too advanced to have that game.' Carrie's glare hardens, 'You couldn't tell me that you've been eating away my Internet Data?!'

'Let's make a deal.' Jason says, taking a seat on his chair. 'I'll cover for you this time, and I continue playing the Warlocks on your phone.' His sister sighs in disappointment, 'You play a game designed for pre-schoolers?'

'Yes, and it's 13+,' He says. 'Playing Warlocks won't be a problem, since I use your phone for only an hour every week.' She raises her eyebrows. 'Okay, five, but not more than that,' the diver admits. 'You know how tight my schedules are.'

'Okay,' Carrie says. 'Just inform me when you need it.' She takes out her other phone which rings. 'Why do you still carry that when you have a new phone?' he asks. 'I have my reasons,' She declines the call and looks at her brother, 'Now, what have you prepared?'

'First, the password,' He says. 'I can't keep bothering you all the time.' The pilot eyes her phone. 'Guys,' She hears her mom's voice from upstairs. 'I'm home.'

'Coming,' Jason yells and heads out of his room. 'You need to tell the password.'

'Can't we do this later?' She says, straightening her attire as she gets up. 'Tell me what you've planned for Mother's Day.'

'Then I can tell Mom that you forgot about Mother's day.' He replies, striding across the hallway. 'It's 8795.' His sister says, irritated. 'Now tell me the plan.' It's my DOB. He casts a small grin. 'Okay, so here's the plan...'

'8795,' Jason says, entering the password. The phone unlocks, playing a chime as it displays the home screen. He grins, 'Good. You didn't change it.' He notices Carrie attached to the monitors beside her. That was quick. He checks the phone log, his brows furrowed when he glances at the unknown number on the top of the list. 'It was made two minutes after you called me,' He glances at his sister. Whom did you call that night? He checks the carrier strength as he views the contact, 'There's network here.' His thumb hovers over the Call icon.

'They won't answer your call.'

Jason widens his eyes in disbelief. No. He turns back to see the owner of the familiar voice. 'No,' he moans.

...

'Reveal.'

Eliza's eyes slam open. She rubs her freezing hands as she eyes her surroundings.  What just happened? A vague memory of the telepath entering the room appears in her mind, making her shift in the wooden chair she's seated in. 'Fred?' she calls as gets up, examining her chair. 'Where am I?' She scans her dark, uncanny surroundings, hoping the telepath to pop up before her. 'Is this a simulation or something?'

'This is Jason's memory from when he was eight years old,' A voice echoes in the dark expanse. 'Fred?,' Eliza calls in an uneasy tone. She looks around, searching for the source of the sound. She stops when she notices a pink capsule levitate before her. 'I know his past is different from yours.' She watches a flickering blue capsule hovering toward her. 'But this memory can help me restore yours.' The two capsules fall to the ground. What is happening?

Eliza pursues the two capsules that roll down the endless floor. 'Fred, please get me out,' she bellows. 'I duplicated bits of his memories and trimmed it to find the base.' He says as the pink capsule opens. 'The base is what your memory requires to be stable.' She pauses, realizing something when the blue capsule opens. I'm stuck in my head. She steps back when the contents of the two capsules merge to form a purple cloud.

'Why do we restore memories?' Fred says, stepping forward to the class of three. He looks at Adam who jots something in his book. 'I know we're running late for lunch,' The professor replies, checking his watch as he hears a sigh from his grandson. 'The class will be dismissed once we discuss the answer to this question.'

'To make the person remember the past,' Jenny says, glancing at her grandfather. 'Yes,' Fred says, 'But there's more.' He takes his seat at the table. 'Eliza?' he says, looking at her. 'Please share what you're thinking with the class.'

'I think,' She says, gazing at her notebook. 'When someone loses their powers, one of the reasons is that some of their memories are either erased or distorted.' She looks at her bespectacled professor, 'Which makes the body unaware of the potential it has.' She turns to her peers. 'So if a certified telepath restores the person's memories, there are chances that the person can regain their powers.'

'It's a low chance, right?' Jenny says, trying to remember. '0.1%' Fred answers. 'Even with the proper treatment, it depends on the person's physical and mental health. They can remember everything but there's a high chance that their powers can't be reactivated.'

'So those of us,' Adam chimes in, 'who do lose their powers because of their thoughts getting erased or distorted.' He looks at his grandfather. 'They refrain from getting treated because of the success rate.'

Fred nods, 'It's also because of the high risk of the procedure as well. Even the slightest mistake made by the telepath, the person would be dead the next minute.'

'Woah,' Eliza says. 'Jen, don't rush through your training. You don't want to end up killing people,' Adam says to his cousin who nervously nods.

Eliza closes her eyes as the purple cloud begins to twirl around her. He's restoring my memories.