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Kia watched Chris carefully, something tild her he was in dome sort of distress but the back of her mind repeated how she should just let him go. She handed him one of the cookies stealing a glance up at him a question in her eyes. Kia let out a breath and walked him to the door holding it open, "Ummm....stay safe." she said settling on that unsure if it was right for to occasion or not. "Feel free to come back any time."

Kia had her back turned at first when Chris had left, but she turned as someone was grabbing him. Her mind faultered for a second or two as she took a step foreword. Why? she started in her mind not noticing she was already through the front door of her bakery, "What's going on out here?" she asked worriedly.

"Nothing. This guy is just a little confused," Chris said. He would have liked nothing better than to go back in the bakery with Kia, but if they though she was helping to keep him out of the hospital they wouldn't hesitate to harm her. "I'm going to help him find the bus stop, everything's fine." He would be back in hell, but she would be safe.

((I have no idea. I'm just making s**t up as I go. If anybody has any ideas, I'm open to them!))

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((This post sorta takes place after my last post.))

Hector/Brandon saw the bus that he had walked out of moments ago stop, and an officer stepped out. It was the man from the hospital who always carried a 'bookbag' which carried straightjackets. He walked down a sidewalk to a bakery where he saw a man and a woman. As Hector/Brandon looked at the woman, he recognized her.

Kia Anderson.

His old thoughts came rushing out from the darkened corner in his mind and drowned out the artifical memories supplied by the doctors at the hospital. He remembered Kia, his dog, his house, and the day he was captured and incarcerated. Hector, now knowing his true identity, held his head as the memories settled in. He began to walk towards the bakery, with only his red head purely recognizable as his sterile white hospital clothing.

"May I help you?" he asked the hospital guy with his hand on the shoulder of the stranger near Kia. Surely, the man from the hospital would recognize Hector. He was the one that sedated him every six hours in his padded hospital cell. Hector just barely looked at Kia out of the corner of his eye to make sure she was alright.

The doctor with his hand on Chris turned towards Hector. "Ah, Brandon Hills. come to help me, have you?" he asked as he secured Chris' wrist behind his back. "I knew that the outside world was too desolate for you, I knew you'd be back." He gave Hector a smirk.

"I'm not Brandon, Jacob," calling the doctor by his first name. "What you did to me is defective now. I was never the top soldier in my battalion," he said, removing Jacob's hand from Chris' wrist. "I was never the one soldier that wanted to stay in the war." He wrapped his hands slowly around the doctor's throat. "I was NEVER Brandon Hills." Hector thrust Jacob into the steel shell of the bus. Jacob slid down and landed on the road with a dull thump.

"I'm Hector Evans," he said as he kicked Jacob on the side of his head. Jacob laid on the road semi-conscious(sp?) as he turned towards Kia. Hector walked down the sidewalk to where he was seven feet away from her. "...Kia?"

He had barely slipped off his backpack before Kia was running towards him. Hector held her in an embrace. "I wasn't dead," he said, tears streaming down his face. "They thought I was dead because I ran away. I couldn't fight anymore, so I ran away. My battalion though I was missing in action, or killed in action. They didn't search for me, thinking I was dead, but I was safely on a smuggling boat back to the United States. The boat was checked by the port guard, and I was found.

"By night I was in the hospital, apparently in a hypnotic sleep where I was injected with false memories of life before I was taken away." He sat down on the sidewalk, sensing that Kia's legs must feel like jelly by now. "By morning I had new memories, and a padded cell and striaghtjacket to boot. Now matter how hard I tried or how much I pleaded, I couldn't get out. I escaped my straightjacket once, and then tried to hang myself, but Doctor Jacob just happened to come in when I was about to jump. So I pretty much starved myself and cried in a corner until I was released. They thought I would just come back, since I had no memories of my friends or family.

"But when I saw you," Hector said, looking into Kia's eyes, "it all came back to me."