I wake up again in the middle of night, which isn't much of a surprise at this point. I go and turn on the room lights. My eyes first stray to my desk before the still open connecting door. Sighing, I walk into Fitz's room. Usually, I would use the excess light that's coming my room to take a few moment to check if he somehow managed to come back or if he left us any clues.

That's when I see that Fitz's bed has someone in it.

Instead of a smile breaking out on my face, dread fills into my stomach. How did he get in here without me hearing anything? I ask myself. The connecting door was open the entire time ever since he went to that hideout. I frown as I try to sneak towards Fitz's lights as quietly as I can, careful to not accidentally hit something.

When my fingers brush against the male Percipient's light switch, I tighten my grip on the switch. I let out a deep breath and think, Is it really him? Maybe my eyes are deceiving me... But maybe they aren't. Sighing in exasperation, I hesitantly flick the light switch upwards, instantaneously illuminating Fitz's room.

After taking a few deep breaths to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for what I may or may not see, I slowly turn around. Keeping my eyes closed for some reason, I take a hesitant step forward. I continue doing this until my knees are touching the edge of Fitz's bed. I tense up when my legs actually touch the wood, making me realize all over again what may happen.

Before I can stall myself anymore, I open my eyes. My eyes immediately travel to the face before my eyes widen considerably.

"No..." I find myself whispering as I take a step back. "What is he doing here..?" With every second that ticks past, I can feel my face losing its color more and more. I take in a shaky breath, "Where's Fitz and Donovan?"

Then I rush out of Fitz's room before I can scream.

...

"When did you find him?" Caroline asks me once we, including Laurel and Audrey, returned to Fitz's room. Once the three of them saw Mr. Wallace unconscious in the male Percipient's bed, Audrey began cursing and looked like she wanted to throw something, Laurel screamed, and Caroline paled like I did.

"I woke up and decided to search Fitz's room again," I say. "It's become normal for me to wake up at random times in the night and search."

Sympathy in her blue eyes, the chemist then asks, "Did you hear him come in?"

I shake my head. "When I woke up, he was already sleeping in Fitz's bed," I say truthfully.

Audrey suddenly growls loudly, her expression alone enough to injure Mr. Wallace. "Why the absolute heck is he here?!" she shouts. "We don't need him right now!"

"But when he wakes up, we could ask him where he was," Laurel counters innocently.

"You have no idea who Wallace is then," Audrey scoffs, rolling her eyes at the female Altruistic's naivety. The Sovereign then resumes her glaring at the middle-aged man.

Caroline ignores their bickering. Instead, she announces out loud, "I think that we should get him down to the lab, but I didn't bring a stretcher with me when I ran out of there."

"I can use my telekinesis," I offer. "I can levitate him."

Slightly astonished, Caroline nods. The three of them watch me silently as I begin levitating Mr. Wallace few feet in the air. The chemist then opens the door for me as I bring Mr. Wallace out into the hallway. Once the five of us are outside, Caroline closes the door and we make our way to the elevators.

After we step out and onto the ground floor, Caroline takes the lead, showing us the way to the laboratory. She almost slams the metal doors open before letting us in. "Could you place him on the metal table?" she asks politely, pointing to same table that she and Steven treated Fitz on. I nod silently, hovering Mr. Wallace closer to where he's supposed to go.

Before I can place him down, Audrey bumps into me, accidentally breaking my mental concentration. I gasp as the grey-haired man slams down onto the metal table before rolling over the edge and falling onto the tile ground. My eyes widening, I lift Mr. Wallace up via telekinesis and actually place him on the table.

As she begins to boot of different medical machines, Caroline gives Audrey a wary glance. I sigh when Audrey merely shrugs and says, "He deserved it anyways." Of course, she then decides to glare at the unconscious Mr. Wallace.

I look over at Caroline as she studies the heart monitor. When I see the chemist frown, I ask, "Is his pulse not normal?" I ask.

She shakes her head. "No, it's normal," she says somewhat absentmindedly. "But it seems like he's in a coma." Caroline then gently slaps Mr. Wallace's cheeks. After a few moments, Caroline then also adds, "But I don't think that this was all on his own. I think this was forced."

I raise an eyebrow. "This sounds like Michelle, with her sudden coma. But that was because of the hints of cyanide in her head," I find myself murmuring out loud. My eyes suddenly widen. "Is there a way to check if there's any cyanide in his head?"

"Wait- so that means that Jacob's back?" Laurel asks, her face paling.

Audrey rolls her eyes, "He escaped, Laurel," she states. "I doubt that he'd just come back and attack Mr. Wallace, especially if it means that it'll put him back in the spotlight."

Laurel nods, still uncertain about Jacob. I am as well, but I don't say anything. Instead, I walk over to Caroline as she holds a light pink light over Mr. Wallace's head. After a few seconds of silence, Caroline leans back and turns the light off. "He doesn't have any cyanide in his head," the chemist announces, making the three of us smile thankfully.

I then notice a small bump on Mr. Wallace's chest, almost unnoticeable with the shirt over it. Frowning, I gently probe the bump, shocked to feel something smooth and solid underneath it. Glancing up, I see Laurel and Audrey talking while Caroline stares at me with a confused expression. I then beckon her to lean closer before unbuttoning the area where the bump is. My eyes widen when I find a dark blue crystal over his chest.

"Oh no," Caroline whispers before grabbing a pair of metal tongs. The chemist carefully takes the crystal out and places it in a glass tin. Placing it quietly on the table, she then looks at me. "How did you know that that was there?" Caroline asks in a hushed voice, pointing to the crystal.

I furrow my eyebrows, "What is-" Suddenly, the word "nebmentia" enters my mind. My eyes widen

as I find myself whispering, "Nebmentia causes people to forget things temporarily and clouds their mind."

"So you have that memory?" Caroline asks. I turn to face her, shocked that she knows about the transferring of memories with Fitz. Her own eyes widen as she quickly says, "Mr. Wallace just explained that concept to Steven and me when he told us about your telepathic abilities."

I raise an eyebrow before scanning the room. "Where is Steven?" I ask.

"He went out to purchase some new supplies for me," Caroline quickly says before smiling softly. Turning back to the nebmentia, Caroline says, "With nebmentia, someone would have to shoot enough nebmentia to inflict a coma on someone."

"And how many pieces would that be?"

Caroline shrugs. "About eight or nine," she states honestly. "But they can only be shot from an archance; you would need extraordinary power to fire even one piece of nebmentia without an archance."

I frown. "How would anyone know to shoot someone with nebmentia without an archance?" I ask. "Has someone done it before?"

The chemist shrugs again. "I have no idea," she says. "But with the nebmentia you found, we know one thing."

"Which is?"

"That Mr. Wallace is in a coma because someone hit him with eight or nine-"

Caroline suddenly pauses when Mr. Wallace opens his eyes. With a confused expression on his face, the middle-aged man sits up and looks around. "Where am I?" he asks, quiet enough to not gain the attention of the conversing Altruistic.

The chemist's eyes widen. "Lay down again," she says. Surprisingly, he does just what he's told. S

I frown. "Why does he seem like he has-" I begin.

"Amnesia?" Caroline finishes for me. She gives Mr. Wallace some water and a pill before turning to me. "It's a sleeping pill," she explains. "So he can sleep more." When I nod, she whispers, "Remember when I said that eight or nine pieces of nebmentia can make someone be in a coma?"

I nod again. "But he's awake now," I add. "And he has amnesia."

"This amnesia is definitely temporarily," she says, pointing to the now sleeping Mr. Wallace. "But it can only be inflicted if someone has shot him ten times or more."

My eyes widen. "So someone shot him enough times to make him be in a coma and have amnesia?"

Caroline nods. "Exactly. But I think that also answers a question for you," she says, smirking slightly before turning away to grab more supplies.

I furrow my eyebrows, processing her words. My eyes then widen considerably. "That means that he was at the hideout as well," I whisper.

A nod from the chemist tells me that I'm right.