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[The video does flick on- but only reveals blackness. After seeing all the accidental posts on the network, Sherlock had taped paper over his, thick enough to block out any light or accidental image.

But the sound comes through, along with the blackness, of the Great Detective stretching out and murmuring lazily as he wakes. Yawning. He's been under for a long time.

A little groan as he manages to sit up.]

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I'm not experiencing some sort of cognitive dissonance, you fool, I can't remember anything before this place because of them.

[There's an aggravated hiss -- Tom needs control. He needs control. And now that his utter lack of control has just been confirmed, he has no idea what to do.]

-- I'm at the damn clinic.

All right, I'm on my way.

[Scrambling.]

[That just makes him grind his teeth.

He isn't a specimen, damn it.]

What exactly is going on?

My family is here.

[Shortly. Tom doesn't understand the significance of that statement because he doesn't remember his past. He doesn't know he's a poor orphan.]

Mother. Father. Sisters. Brothers.

Why does that disturb you?

Because it doesn't make any sense. None of it. The people in my family. My mother. My father. My siblings.

My life and my memories of it --

Make no sense.

You think this place created them artificially.

They're real people.

They have minds.

[He averts his eyes from the camera.]

It's the memories that are artificial.

What do you remember about me?

You --

[Tom's lips press into a thin line.]

-- I met you ages ago. You're a genius. A detective.

Part of that is true.

This is hardly a time to be funny.

All right, I'm on my way.

[The feed goes dead.]

[Tom will be waiting outside of the clinic, uncomfortable and irritated. The place now unnerves him -- he does not belong here. But he doesn't remember why.

When Sherlock approaches, Tom has his wand out in a flash. His posture is tense. His eyes are locked on the detective's own.]

Tell me how you came to this place.

Not at wandpoint, I won't.

[He informs him, breezing past him and to the clinic door, starting to take off his scarf.]

What are you doing out here? It's freezing.

[A muscle in his cheek twitches and he turns on his heel, annoyed.]

I don't want to be inside.

Tell me how you came to be here.

[It's imperative, to know whether or not he is lying.]

I awoke in one of the rooms.

[Holding the door open for him.]

[He doesn't move.

Sherlock isn't lying.]

The Animus brought you here.

[Slowly, to himself.]

They brought all of us here.

But I remember otherwise.

[Tom hisses and his back hits the clinic wall with a soft 'thunk', his arms falling to his sides.]

I remember -- living here, I remember growing up here.

Ah- well, I'm afraid you didn't.

[There is a very long silence. Five, ten minutes, as Tom struggles with himself, going carefully through his own mind. His memories are not there -- it's like they've been wiped away. Gone.

He doesn't want to ask that question. Maybe because he doesn't want to know. What if his life is unsatisfactory? What if he hasn't lived up to his own great expectations?

When Tom finally speaks, it's in a carefully controlled monotone.]

Why do you still remember?

I don't- not clearly. But events sometimes do skip people.

[He shrugs.]

Rhode Kamelot remembers a world before Adstringendum, as well.

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