"Dr. Jean..." I asked softly.

   He looked up from the medical chart he was looking at. "What is it Faris?"

   "What was that patients name?" I asked looking towards the closed room.

   "The care flight patient?" Dr. Jean raised a brow. "Why?"

   "Just wondering..." I mumbled. "I feel like I knew him. "

   "From before?" He raised a curious brow.

   "Yeah..." I tapped my foot. "His name doesn't happen to be Geno by any chance?"

   Dr. Jean looked a bit spooked. "How did you know that?"

   "It was a memory from earlier. I just remembered the name." I sighed. Great. I was right.

   "Geno Queen. That's his name." Dr. Jean answered. "How do you remember him..?"

   "I dunno..." I shrugged. "Could I got sit in there? Monitor him?"

   Dr. Jean frowned. "I dunno..."

   "Please?" I gave him the look.

   Dr. Jean frowned. "Fine. Sure." He could never resistant the look.

   "Thanks Dr. Jean." I headed into the room and sat down by the door.

   Geno looked quiet. And peaceful. He was attached to several machines to keep his soul stable. It was oddly... Familiar.

   "Who are you..?" I asked in a hushed voice.

   The door swung open. "Geno!!" A skeleton with dark bones walked in. He couldn't be much older than me. A brother?

   The young skeleton was followed by a woman with pink hair and grey streaks and an older skeleton covered with scars. They both looked worried. "Error don't yell!" The woman scolded. She must be the mother.

   "Error dont yell!"

   I shook the memory off again. I cleared my throat and stood up. "Hello."

   They all turned to me. The woman gasped sharply.

   I shuffled my feet. "Ah... You must be the Queen's. My apologies. I intern under Dr. Jean. I was monitoring Geno here."

   Error blinked. " Is that..?"

   The older man was tense and rigid. "CQ..." He looked at the woman.

   CQ blinked. She was tearing up. "It's impossible..." She stepped forward.

   I shuffled again. This was uncomfortable. I glanced over at the clock. 4:45. "He should be okay with you watching him now. I can go–"

   I was cut off as CQ stepped even closer and lifted her hand to brush against my scar. I winced at the touch. "U-uh..."

   "Fresh..?" She asked softly.