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"That is the gym. It is where we work out. If you are planning to lose weight or --"

"I know what a gym is. I lost my memories not my intelligence."

"Sorry." She said and giggled like he had said something funny.

Nate sighed and shook his head. They had been walking around what seemed like living quarters. The place was big but was hardly occupied by people.

"And this is the dining room." It was a really big dining table. Looking at him made his stomach rumble. Then he realised he could not remember ever eating anything. "Although it is only Victor who really uses it. We don't really do the the whole eating together thing."

"How many people live here?"

"I don't know. We've got the cleaners, cooks and bodyguards up there."

"How many willers then?"

Kind frowned deeply and started counting her fingers one by one, deep in thought. Nate waited for her to finish.

"Seven." She finally declared triumphantly. "Well, eight if you count the doc."

"A doctor?" He asked.

"Yeah. She hardly matters."

"Is she a willer?"

"Yeah. A weak one though. She can only heal and stuff."

'A healer.' if he could check her, maybe she could fix his memory problem. "Could you take me to her?"

"Maybe later. You could use a shower. You don't look too good and you are starting to smell a little."

She was right. The admission made him a little upset but he didn't respond. They stopped walking right in front of a door.

"This is your room." She announced.

Nate went into the room. It was big and exotic like a big suite in a grand hotel. He looked around and he had to admit he was impressed. King sized bed, large television even the rug looked expensive. There were no windows though, he would have liked a view.

"You should take a bath. I will get someone to get you fresh clothes."

"Okay." He said as he took his shirt off and noticed she was still there staring at him. "Can I please have the room?"

"Of course, I just said it was yours." She replied, looking confused.

"I mean can you leave the room? I want to take off my clothes." He said more bluntly.

"Yes. Of course." She replied with a grin and left the room.

"I hope I am not staying long." He muttered under his breath. He undressed and stepped into the shower. He spent fifteen minutes minutes brushing his teeth and thoroughly washing off his body. He stepped out of the shower and cleaned the steam off the mirror to look at his face.

His brown skin looked thick and a little bit hairy. He had short thick brown hair. His eyes were amber coloured and there was a thin scar bisecting his left eyebrow. His ears were a little bit big but other than that there were no other distinguishable features.

It was unsettling to look in the mirror and see a stranger staring back. He stepped away from the mirror and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked back into the room. There was a woman laying clothes on the bed. She flinched as she noticed him.

"Sorry sir. I knocked but there was no response." She blurted out in a timid voice.

Sir? She looked like she was in her mid twenties. "It's okay. I was in the shower. I couldn't have heard you."

"Sorry." She apologized again for no reason. "Miss Minx asked me to bring you these clothes." Without waiting for his response. She darted out of the room. She looked really scared. He took another look at a mirror to see if there was anything that scared her away. Seeing nothing, he shrugged and looked at the clothes on the bed.

It was blue jeans and a white t-shirt with an inscription. *I love NY.* There were also a pair of black sneakers on the floor. He dressed hastily. The clothes fitted perfectly but the shoes were a little tight.

There was a sharp knock on the door.

"Com–" He was cut off as Minx barged into the room with that grin that never seemed to leave her face.

"Come in." He said with sarcasm in his voice.

"Thank you." She replied, oblivious to her rude action. "You look better." She said, looking at his dressing.

Ignoring her, he motioned to the door. "Take me to the healer."

"Healer?"

"The doctor."

"Ok. This way." She led the way with Nate following a step behind her.

He looked at her face, she was trying to whistle but failed badly. "So, Minx aren't you a little young to be a willer." He said, trying to start up a conversation.

She stopped whistling. "No, I am not."

"Really? How old are you?"

The grin disappeared off her face. "I am going to be sixteen next year."

"So, you are fifteen years old."

"No. I said I am going to be sixteen."

"That means you are currently fifteen."

Slight anger etched her face and she walked faster trying to get away from him and the conversation."

A little smile played at the corner of his mouth. It felt oddly satisfying to upset her.

Finally she slowed down at a door and knocked lightly. A voice told them to come in.

"Good morning." A woman greeted them with a smile.

She was a pale skinned in her early thirties. Her ash blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and her dark eyes seemed to pierce into his soul.

"Morning doc, I have someone who wants to see you."

"You must be Nate." She stretched her hands and he shook her warm hand. "I am doctor Helen Ruiz. Victor told me about you. I was actually expecting you. I'm guessing you are here to try to get your memories back."

"Yeah." He replied, happy that he didn't have to explain anything else.

"Well, take your seat and we will get to business then."

Minx ignored them and took a seat away from them and started typing furiously on her phone.

The doctor got behind his seat and put her warm hands on his head. There was a slight him in ears, his head grew warm and his eyes dropped lazily before they shut firmly.

It was dark for what seemed like minutes then he was back waking in the alley. He remembered walking to the man and to the woman, hearing his name, attacking the police and fighting for his life.

All of a sudden he was waking up again and the events repeated themselves.

He woke up again. His head was starting to hurt but the doctor was trying to soothe him.

He woke again, he tried to go beyond waking up but he couldn't.

He woke up again and the pain intensified.

He woke up again and now he felt his head was explode, with every effort to beyond that moment, the pain increased.

He opened his eyes as soon as the doctor's hands left his head, he was breathing heavily and sweating profusely.

"How long was that?" He asked in a tight voice.

"Twenty minutes." The doctor replied and moved away.

"It felt like hours." The doctor dropped a glass of water in front of him and he gulped it greedily. "I still can't remember anything, did you fix me?"

She shook her head. "There was nothing to fix. Your brain is not even remotely damaged."

"So I don't have amnesia or something."

"No. It's like your memories were just never there. I have never seen anything like this before."

His heart plummeted. "So, you got nothing."

"Well, I know are about eighteen years old."

"How do you know that?"

"I dated your brain."

He didn't understand how she did that but he nodded anyway. "Is there anything else I cam do to get my memories back."

"Normally, I would tell you to get on with your life and something familiar would jolt your memories but there is just nothing to jolt."

"Is there a possibility that someone could have done this to me?"

"You think there is a willer strong enough to remove memories permanently." She asked unbelievably. Then she shrugged. "I guess I won't be surprised if there is."

"Hmm." There was a tiny glimmer of hope in him and he held unto it.

"I am really sorry. I wished I could have done more."

"It's okay. It is not your fault." But deep down, he knew it was not okay.