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You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange. Leave a message and my secretary will get back to you.

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[termineur]

[ There's a short pause as Sylar tries to work out what that means. He doesn't know its him? Or his memory is actually spotty? Maybe he can only remember certain things. Either way, he's got to come up with something. ]

When we were last traveling together, I talked to your Cloak for awhile. And you explained the basic mechanics of magic on your world. You told me- well, you implied that you were a time-traveling pain in the ass.

[ His smile is audible on that last sentence. ]

When I first contacted you about this procedure, we talked about how I don't understand people here, because my world is apparently full of primarily awful people. Although you pointed out that my power probably had something to do with all of that.

Does that help, or should I talk specifics for the procedure?

[thewarningafter]

Okay. That's -- alright, that's good.

[Stephen nods to himself, unseen. He remembers all these conversations -- has trouble stringing them all into one narrative when it's impossible to visualize the person with whom he had them, but it all sounds right.]

Your outcome for this, I asked you what you'd consider a success. Tell me that.

[termineur]

[ That he definitely remembers. So it's not that Strange is worried he won't set up the right procedure because of a patchy memory. It's something to do with not recognizing Sylar for the person who he'd talked about this with before, maybe. A type of brain damage could do that with faces. What an interesting loss. ]

I don't want the people next to me to die because of me. If we can avoid that, then I'd be happy enough with the result.

[thewarningafter]

Alright. Yeah, okay, we can do this.

[It hasn't escaped Stephen throughout all of this that he's just had to admit his current problem to a serial killer. It's too late now, though; he's said enough that the cat's got to be out of the bag.]

You're going to need to write out your full name so I can copy it onto the request.

[termineur]

Your memory's okay, but you can't recognize people? [ It's clearly a guess, but they've talked around it enough that Sylar has to ask. ] Someday I'll figure out the pattern to these death losses, other than they're all terrible.

Okay, here you go.

[ It's only a moment before the text gets sent over. Hopefully Stephen won't have enough time to get cold feet for this. ]

I'm Gabriel Gray.

[thewarningafter]

[Not Stephen's first choice of people to entrust with this information, but here they are.]

Yep. Same compound agnosia I wound up with the last time I died, actually. As far as I know I'm the first person to get a repeat, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't spread the word.

[Deep breaths. Stephen gives it one last run-through in his mind, examining all the angles. He's covered his bases, though; he's as certain as he can be that it's not possible for him to be ordering the procedure for someone other than his intended patient.]

Alright. I'm sending it in.

[termineur]

Thank you. And I'll keep your death loss a secret, promise. [ He owes him that much. ]

You think it might be brain damage, the death losses in general? Something that happens due to the revival process, and the nanites don't kick in to fix it until later?

[thewarningafter]

I've heard a theory like that, that maybe they don't finish all the repairs before they pack us up and send us back out. I'm not sure I buy it; I told -- I told someone, last time, name and face recall aren't closely interrelated enough that I would expect to see this constellation of symptoms in one patient absent any others.

[termineur]

It does seem extremely specific, especially since you've had a repeat. So what, they're actual punishments to us, for using up the NIMA supply?

-actually, that would make perfect sense, here. The Admin isn't allowed to do a lot of things, but what she is allows is not exactly standard.

[thewarningafter]

Not very well designed punishments when some of them make us so much more likely to get killed again right away...but yeah. It feels too deliberate.

[termineur]

[ Siiigh. ] I can't believe I'm still over-optimistic about this place. Oh, well.

Anyway, I'll let you know how the procedure goes on my end. I imagine more paralyzed fun awaits, if the NIMA injections we've had before are any indication.

[thewarningafter]

Yeah, don't envy you there. Give me a call when it's done; outgoing calls are kind of hard for me right now.

1/2

[termineur]

[ He snorts in amusement. ] Yeah, I can just imagine. Okay, I'll give you a call soon. Hope that doesn't last too long for you, Stephen.

Morning 246

[termineur]

[ He calls again in the morning, just after lockdown ends. ]

Hey- hey, Doc. This is Gabriel Gray- you authorized the procedure for me yesterday? I think it must've happened while I was sleeping. I went through a mental checklist and I feel fine, but violent thoughts aren't anywhere near as frequent.

[thewarningafter]

[Oh, hey, look, it's a stranger -- no, it's his patient. Good clarification, there.]

Well, good morning to you, too. Mind turning on your video? It's easier to gauge your reactions if I can see you.

->video

[termineur]

Sure thing.

[ He switches it over, and compared to the previous times they've talked, he seems more comfortable somehow. Perhaps actually relaxed? Maybe he's just glad to have this procedure over with. He waves at the tablet. ]

Hi, there. Gotta say, it was nice not being bitten by spider-robots today.

->video

[thewarningafter]

[Unseen, Stephen leans in close to look at the man's eyes on the screen -- he seems focused, even cheerful. Stephen sits back and flicks on his own video, unaware that his face will appear obscured with static now that his own personal anomaly has vanished without having been murdered. His mind is still on checking his patient's mental acuity.]

Can you tell me a little about our conversation last night? What we talked about before I authorized the procedure?

[termineur]

[ His face falls as soon as he sees Stephen on-screen. First Al, and now him. The expression gets smoothed over quickly, however. He'll ask about it later. For now? Let the doctor do his check-up. After all, Sylar wants to know if he's missing anything, too. ]

You had to verify who I was, due to the compound agnosia. We talked about why I wanted to go through this whole thing in the first place. Eventually, we got on the subject of death losses and how and why they work the way they do. Think we agreed it's probably some form of ridiculous punishment.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen gives his tablet an uneasy look, not getting why his patient suddenly seemed so unhappy to see him. There's the recall he was hoping to hear, though, confirmation that the guy can still remember.]

Good -- you do remember. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, make sure everything's in working order.

[And Stephen will put Sylar through some basic paces to check his cognitive functions.]

[termineur]

[ Sylar obligingly goes through all the questions- he wants to know if he's got anything to worry about, too. Thankfully, it all seems to be in proper working order. Unfortunately, the end of the testing means that he's got to get to the whole static-face subject. ]

So. Not sure if you knew this- [ There's no way Stephen knows. ] -But I can't see your face. It's covered over with static distortion.

[thewarningafter]

...You what?

[No, he did not know that. Stephen taps at his tablet, changing the settings until he can see his own feed. When he sees it he feels something twist in his gut; he doesn't know what it means but something tells him it's more than a technical malfunction.]

That's...probably not good....

[termineur]

Yeah. It happened with Al, too. We figure it's because he didn't kill his personal anomaly. I'm going to assume you're the same way?

[thewarningafter]

[His personal anomaly. He'd known, the same as all of them, what he had to do in order to get his light back. He remembers her staying at his side as he died, still telling him it hadn't been enough.]

No. Of course -- no. I didn't kill her.

[termineur]

[ Sylar heaves an over-dramatic sigh and gives the tablet a wan smile. ]

I should've run a class- Murdering Your Friends for Fun and Profit.

Okay. I'm not sure what that means, other than perhaps you didn't take your 'light' back, whatever the hell that is. I'll be with Al, but you should find someone to travel with that doesn't have the same problem. If some sort of data corruption or something starts happening to you two, it'd be better to know about it right away.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen draws a ragged breath, unable to take the joke for what it is.]

Don't.

[He desperately doesn't want to talka bout this. Doesn't want to talk about the old friend who came here in pieces, and doesn't want to talk about the very real possibility that he's going to lose himself again.]

I'll figure something out.