Lilly left the hospital several days later, leaving behind stunned and impressed doctors. She had been in a coma for quite a long time, they had told her. She didn't care, all she wanted was to get out of that place and breathe the air.

She had walked to her old apartment and was suprised to see that her key still worked..seemed the landlord hadn't rented out her room in her absence. She smiled and said hello to a couple living next door..she had forgotten their names...and walked inside for a much-needed shower.

The couple, needless to say, were stunned at the greeting almost as much as seeing Lilly Shaffer alive again.

Towelling herself off quickly she looked at herself in the mirror. Had her hair always been this lovely shade of purple? Had her pysique always been this toned and athletic? Hmm...maybe her previous career as a hotel maid wasn't exactly the right path. For some reason, she has a burning desire to help people overcome..

Laughing softly, garbed in hope, a past walks into the present heading straight for the future.

 

Hacon awoke on the Tabula Rasa. He had just had a dream of the horrible reinsertion process. The dream was so vivid....as the cables were plugged back into his body and the fluid flooding his eyes and mouth. He saw visions of Masked men laughing at him menacingly.

 

He woke up, beads of sweat streaming down his face. He creeked open his door as not to alert his captain ZenOrchid, his firstmate Kagera. and their operator Tabasco. He walked out into the  oberservation deck and gazed out into the endless black tunnels of the real.

 

In his mind he knew nothing something was wrong but he didn't want to beleive it. He remembered the reports that Fygment was dead......she died....it wasn't possible for her to be alive.

 

But what if the reports were wrong.....what if she was alive......there would be open war again between the Cypherites and Zionites and others. It couldn't happen, it wouldn't happen. People wouldn't want to go back to the days of war. Would they?

 

As these many thoughts raced through his mind he decided to avert his mind to more important things.

He got up out of the chair and walked too their operator's stand and typed in the neccesary codes to get the jack in process ready. He hit the last key and got up and walked too the chair and plugged himself back in to the phenomenon called the Matrix.

 

Someone must know whats going on he thought.......

 

As a bright flash of light absorbed Hacon he realized he was standing in the middle of a street.

 

"This must have been the last place I was before I had to activate my jackout prograaamm!!!!!" he said as he suddenly realised a car was coming straight at him.

 

Reacting he ran as fast as he could to the sidewalk but was intercepted by another car. He leaped over it and landed on the sidewalk, bluepills staring at him with gaping mouths and huge eyes of disbeleif.

 

"There isn't anything to see here folks." he said as he calmly put his shades on and opened up his cell phone.

 

"Good afternoon Mr. Gray, got any work for me today?" he asked as he continued to walk in the direction of the Tabor W hardline.

 

"Mr. Brian we might actually have some work for you today." the voice from the phone said.

 

The phone conversation continued for a minute or so until Gray had given the coordinates of Hacon's target to his operator.

 

"Alright Hacon, those are your coordinates. Do what you do best." said Tabasco over the phone.

 

"Thanks man." Hacon said as he flipped his phone down and concentrated all his energy into his feet. He sped off to his objective.

 

As Hacon was running towards the building his thoughts were beginning to steer his mind towards Fygment. He continued to run trying to concentrate on his objective, but he couldn't stop thinking about her.

 

"Fine, I'll just prove to myself that she is gone!" Hacon exclaimed as he hastily pulled out his phone checked his phonebook and called Fygment's number.

 

The phone continued to ring and ring. Hacon was convinced that she wasn't alive until, the dial tone stopped........someone was on the other line.

 

Hacon stood motionless and stared at his phone."No.....Fygment is that you?" he said into the phone nervously.

 

His connection was lost. Whoever was on the other line had hung up.

 

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening. If she is alive people are going to be after her, but she has her allies. She could cause another war. I can't let the peace we have be destroyed. If she is alive I will do anything to keep the peace."Hacon said as he stared into his phone......

 

 

Mesajeri lay for a moment, with his eyes closed. Letting his mind run wild in the darkness that his eyelids provided. This was where he truely was free, in his dreams...

 

After a moment however, he opened them, and the pupils quickly adjusted to the bright white light of the control deck on board The Wyrd. Reality. Mesajeri stiffened his neck as the neural jack was slowly pulled out and placed in its holder with a quiet click. He sat up and replaced the neural jack with a hand, rubbing the metal slot slowly, the other hand on his knee resting...

 

Mesajeri got up slowly, thinking about what had just happened...

 

 

...she had somehow achieved what she wanted all that time...

 

Mesajeri wheeled the operator's chair from its station to a secondary unit, and immediately started typing on one of the three keyboards. His eye's squinted up at the blue screen as he began a search:

 

 

 

Mesajeri tapped the enter key, and began a basic search of the general files of The Wyrd...

 

 

 

Mesajeri thought for a moment, and then began a second search:

 

 

 

The computer hummed a moment, and then...

 

 

 

So she had done it. But, all the reports said that she had died. It couldn't be a mistake though...no official report of Fygment's death, and then the confirmation of Lilly being alive. There was no doubt now, it was Fygment he had met with...she just didn't know it...

 

 

 

She hopped onto the subway train after speaking with the three FBI agents, watching them out of the window as she sped off.

 

What they were asking her to do was rediculous. Not twenty-four hours after leaving the hospital things go from fantastic to ubercreepy. Maybe she should change her hair color. Why did everyone think she was this Fygment person? Why were her medical records sealed? How do these wackos know her brand new cellphone number?

 

One thing is for certain...she's definitely getting a deadbolt placed on the door to her apartment after she leads the authorities to these criminals Mesajeri and Espi. Hopefully afterwards everything will turn up rosy again and these calls will stop coming through.

 

Sighing, she bathes after a hard days work and heads out into MegaCity looking to relax...and grabs a curious looking gun off of her dresser she bought from a pawn shop yesterday, just in case.

 

A girl's got to protect herself..