".....I know a lot about this." Hal responded.

"To truncate it down a bit." he went on.

"She's been through a very traumatic experience, and it experiencing severe memory problems." he told her.

"...amnesia, essentially." he then sighed.

"If you want the full story, and have the time, I can tell you right now." he offered.

Hal was silent again, before sighing deeply.

"Well..." he said.

"All right, here we go..." he mumbled, before launching into an explanation. He told her all he knew. Everything that had happened to Angela... and Liv.

"...so she's in the hospital." he finished. "Liv is as well." he continued.

"I've been there to comfort Olivia, and try and get Angela to recognize me..." he went on, looking away slightly. "With no success." he admitted.

"If you wish to go see them, do so. But be prepared... Angela won't recognize you." he then warned. "But it may help Liv to see you."

Hal nodded in response.

"Of course." he said.

"I'm sorry you found out so late." he told her.

"It was probably because we were also dealing with another major crisis, but it's still not much of an excuse." he commented, shaking his head.

"At any rate, go to them." he said.

'At the very least... maybe it will life Olivia's spirits." he added.

Hal just sighed quietly.

"Thank you, Peyton." he said.

"You're always such an understanding sweetheart." he told her.

"Anyway, go and comfort Liv, at least." he went on.

"I'm sure she'll be happy to see you." he smiled.

"I hope you can help them BOTH."

As she looked around, she heard something.

Something... low. Something quiet. But it was clearly there. And it sounded... almost musical.

That's when she knew. It was humming. Someone was humming.

It was one of their 'guests', and a new addition at that.

The humming sounded... almost happy. It had a bit of a satisfied undertone to it.

The one that was in there had sickly grey skin, and odd pointed ears.

He almost looked like an elf. Almost. But... it was clear he wasn't.

But he looked... almost satisfied with himself right now.

He then paused for a moment, and looking right towards the woman.

"Yo." he said.

"Like whatcha see?" he asked, even though he couldn't actually see her.

"Or you just gonna gawk and stare?"

The one inside continued to stare back at her, almost not wanting to break 'eye contact'.

However, the woman's attention was turned away from him, when she heard footsteps coming her way. She looked over, and saw a familiar face... just not familiar for down here.

"Hey." he greeted her with a sigh.

"How's things going down here?" he asked.

Zeke just sighed in response.

"His name's Chris." he told her.

"Christopher Jenkins." he said further.

"Seems he was Vanessa Encrae's lapdog, until she kicked him to the curb." he went on.

"He's considered a Class-S dangerous criminal." he continued.

"Seems he's also the result of trying to turn a human into a dark elf." he added.

"Well, Encrae herself left him for dead, assuming he would die alone somewhere." Zeke said.

"However... well... she didn't count on one person." he went on.

"Gemini." he said.

"She had him brought here and taken to the medical wing for treatment." he explained further.

"So here he is now."

"He may very well be useful in finding and defeating Vanessa Encrae." Zeke replied.

"Which is pretty much it." he said.

"...I hate it, too." he went on.

"I want to just... obliterate him." he continued. "Completely and utterly remove him from ALL of existence." he snarled further.

This phrasing, unbeknownst to the two of them, caught Chris's attention, even though he'd gone back to laying down and pretending to be bored.