Corrine Romer walked down the hallway of Pindale's mental health clinic. Maneuvering her way through the swarm of doctors and patents she walked to the back of the hospital.

She walked into a plain room, with peculiar posters lining the walls. She paid them no mind while she waited for a doctor to walk in. Nearly ten minutes went past before Dr. Lessi walked in with someone else dressed in casual cloths.

"Hi, Corrine. How are you today?" Dr. Lessi took her seat and got a pen and paper ready.

Corrine merely shrugged.

The doctor gave her a look of pity and impatience. "Corrine... I know this is hard, but we need you to tell us what happened." She reached for her hand, but she shrunk away.

"I've told you..." she mumbled. "I don't remember."

She did remember, but if she told her she would never leave. She wished she was part of some sort of kidnapping. Anything that made sense so she wouldn't be here. Corrine could only lie, and hope that one day the gods would never bother her again.

The doctor leaned to the other woman and whispered something to her. Corrine could hear the word detective being used.

"So, you're a detective?" she asked, trying to seem casual.

The woman nodded.

Dr. Lessi looked back to Corrine. "That doesn't matter. Corrine, I know you remember something from happened to you. Let us help."

"I don't remember any of it." Corrine stood up and marched out the door, done with going through he same procedure over and over again.

She marched down the hallway, ignoring the doctor and the detective calling for her. She left the clinic and went straight to her car. She drove home with gruesome memories clouding her brain.

When she got home, she ignored her parents and marched to her room. She slammed the door shut and sat on her bed, tears flooding her eyes.

"Have they found the other gods yet?" she asked impatiently.

"The Concord is powerful, but they aren't miracle workers. Give them time, it's only been a few weeks. Earth will be protected," Turan tried to sound reassuring, but she was getting less empathetic each day.

She pushed herself from her bed and passed around her room. "They need to find them. Do you know how many people could be hurt?"

"Corrine, believe me I know, but we need to be patient."

She threw herself into her desk chair and sat, unmoving. Her mind was cluttered and her stress taking over every thought. She forced a few deep breaths then dug in her desk drawer. She pulled out three pieces of crumbled paper and read them over.

One held details of a mysterious death and the disappearance of two kind. The other articled the disappearance of one teen. The last was some article about a rodent. Her heart sank, but she couldn't tare her eyes away from the pages.

The families of these children would never know what happened. Even if she told them they would never believe her, but she knew it was true. For once she knew that Orcus was real, that she could sprout wings at will, that a goddess was running around in her head and would until the day she died. Although she didn't have it half as bad as Oliver. For once, despite what anyone could tell her, her mind was clear.

Corrine was the only one who knew what happened, she had the scars to prove it. She knew where those children went. She knew what happened at St Petersburg, at Regina, at Alexandrea. She knew, but could never tell anyone. No one else would ever know what happened to Brooke Demir, Caleb Vega, Theodor Rollins, and Corrine Romer.

Welp... I guess we're done... Thank you all so much! This while thing was about 47828 words long. I felt like I should say that, but I don't know if you care. Thanks again!