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YAYAYAYAY!

I glanced at my watch. 5:43. Okay, we need to act quick, Cat. I picked up the scalpel and slowly slid it against the skin cover of Michael's arm. I cut out the skin of his arm and examined the metal plate that covered some of his main controls near his forearm. Picking up a screw driver, I drilled into the metal, letting the bolts get loose. I opened the compartment to reveal a set of colored wires. Great. I reached into my pocket and took out my old IPod. I tucked it into the compartment and trailed the headphone wire up his arm to his shoulder. After cutting another section of his cover, I continued and placed the headphones into his ears. There, all done. 

After placing the skin cover back on Michael's body, I walked over to the computer and press the "Turn On" button. I unplugged Michael from the system and stood next to the table he was on.  "Michael...?"

After a few minutes of silence, I placed my head down and cried, "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry..."

I felt a hand brush threw my hair, and guessed it was Clover. The hand continued its strokes, until I heard a voice. This voice wasn't like any other, yet familiar, "I make you cry?"

My head shot up to see a gently smiling Michael looking at me. I smiled and hugged him,"You're okay!" I pulled away and looked at him, "What do you hear?"

He looked up, as if to think about it, then responded, "... But Why Do I Always Feel Like I'm In The Twilight Zone and I, I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me."

I giggled at the song, for it was old. I remember my Grandmother talking about how her great-grandmother used to love the song. "Good. Are you comfortable with this sound?"

He nodded and I sent him off to his room. I packed up my things and turned off the computer. As I was leaving the room, I bumped into the last person I wanted to see. Clover.

He looked at me with rage, "Ms. Huez, My Office. NOW."

Oh, Crap.



I stumbled out of Clovers' office and wiped my fallen tears away. I took a deep breath, and walked to my room. I closed the door and sighed. I glanced at the clock which read in bright bold numbers: 8:48 AM. I sat on the floor, wanting to cry even more. I was tired and hurt. 

I changed into a new set of clothes after a cold shower and went to Michael's room, hoping the events of the past 4 hours would disappear. I entered the room to see Michael awake, staring into space... literally.

He looked over at me and gave a gentle smile, "Hello."

I put a smile on my face, "Hi, Michael. Did you rest?"

He nodded then looked at me, "You no rest?"

"No, no. But it doesn't matter."

He was silent for a few moments before I looked at him. I saw that he was looking at a bloodstain on my arm. I quickly covered it, swearing to myself for not wrapping it up like I was supposed to. He moved my hand away, "You hurt..."

"No! I-I mean, no, Michael, i-it's just a stain... that's all."

He shook his head and pointed at the scar, "Fresh."

I sighed, not wanting to think about the topic, "Michael, c'mon, not now."

As if on cue, Clover walked in with a bright smile on his face, "Gooooood Morning!"

"Good day, Sir," I nodded to him and sat Michael in one chair and me in the other to begin Michael's first language session.

"Alright Michael, we've worked on this for awhile now, so you know the drill," Clover sat himself on the table, "What is 'Space' in Spanish?"

Michael looked over at me, then Clover, "... Espacio."

"No... Try again."

He sat in silence, as if to figure out the sentence he was going to say next,  "Do you need it in a sentence? 'Dame Espacio'."

They stared at each other for awhile, before Clover looked at me, "Fix him."

"Actually, he's correct. 'Dame Espacio' means 'Give Me Space'," I gave Michael a smile.

"Alright, on to the next one," He scrolled down the tablet that kept his notes, "Say a sentence in Italian."

Michael leaned forward towards Clover, "lasciaci in pace!" He smirked, "You need translation?"

Clover glared at the both of us, then stood up and walked out the room without a word spoken neither to nor from him.

Chapter End Notes:

...What happened to Cat?

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