As soon as Seán arrived home it felt like cotton had been stuffed into his head. The darkness of the house helped a little, aiding in his slight headache. BB curled up on the couch but peaked over the arm as Seán made his way inside.

"Babe?" Seán asked. No response. Maybe Evelien is sleeping. Seán dropped his jacket onto the table, his hand trembling. He quickly ran a hand through his hair and popped his fingers. Unlocking his gun holster, Seán stared at it.

The deviant grabbed the gun, aimed it at Seán.

Connor pushed him to the side, a bullet lodging in his head. He laid limp on top of Seán. Hank rushed over and pushed Connor off, dragging Seán away and holding him against his chest as Seán cried.

Seán dropped it onto the table. He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the chair.

Where is Chase? Seán rubbed his head, staring at the table. Is this really my body? Seán walked over to the freezer and opened it, grabbing an ice cube. The coolness seemed to pull the focus back into his vision. It didn't fully come back though. 

He rubbed it down his face, blinking rapidly as water trailed down his cheeks. That seemed to do the trick. This really is his body.

Seán looked at the gun on the table, going through the events of earlier again. This time, however, he couldn't remember anything past being pushed behind Connor. Had Connor collapsed on top of him? Or to the side? 

Seán stumbled to his room, barely managing to change into his clothes before collapsing next to Evelien. Sleep, thankfully, took him quickly.

The next morning, Seán sat up and rubbed his eyes. What happened last night? He felt like he had just been hit by a truck. His chest and head ached, and if it weren't for the fact that he knew cars would stop before hitting people, he could have genuinely thought he got hit by a truck.

Seán stood up and rubbed his head, walking out of the room. Seán still didn't see Evelien, she must be at work. Cereal seemed like a good breakfast. Yeah that would work.

Seán poured cereal into a bowl, and poured milk as well. 

"Seán what happened last night?" Chase's voice filled Seán's head. 

"I don't know. I don't remember." Seán rubbed his eyes.

"Maybe text Hank?" Chase offered.

Seán grabbed his phone, texting his father. He set it down gently, then picked it back up to text Chris.

Chris: You don't remember? 

Seán: We've discussed how the amnesia works, Chris

Chris: Right. We were about to take that android out of the interrogation room when it took your gun and just about shot you!

Seán dropped his phone. He'd almost gotten shot? Seán ran a hand over his face, his arms, his legs. How had he not been shot?

Seán: How the fuck am I alive right now?

Chris: Connor jumped in front of you and took the bullet to the head instead though. It got taken back to CyberLife for repair.

Seán shoveled some cereal in his mouth. "You seeing this?" 

"Yeah."

Seán pressed Evelien's contact, calling her.

"You alright babe?" 

Seán sighed, "Not really. I don't remember what happened last night, but apparently a deviant took my gun and nearly shot me."

"Do you need me to come home?" Evelien's voice didn't sound upset, but it caused Seán to think. Did he really need her to come home?

"I think I'm good for right now. I'll keep you updated though," Seán sighed.

He could practically hear Evelien nodding, "And let me know when you get to the station, okay?"

Seán laughed a little, "Yes ma'am. I love you."

"I love you too dork. I gotta go now," Seán could hear a tone in the background.

"Alright. I'll see you later." Seán pressed end call and sighed. What happened?

It didn't know where it was.

Could it see? No.

Could it hear? Also no.

Could it feel anything? Not that it could tell.

It took a minute, but eventually it noticed that it stood in- what is the word? It didn't matter, because when it looked down it could see a body.

I have a body? A hand raised, followed by the other. What am I?

Information flooded in. Pictures of what was happening in the world played in it's mind. Androids, riots, fights. 

I'm not welcome here.

Anti looked up from his spot on the bed, an uneasy feeling in his chest. Outside of the little cave, all he could see were trees and the cabin in the distance. 

Something shifted, running off. Anti stood quickly, that is too big to be a rabbit or squirrel. Black smoke swirled around his hand as he took off. He needed to figure out what- or who- the figure is.