"𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧."

i get toast AND meditation, hurrah

P.O.V - Agent Walker

-

"Uh- so could you tell me where the kitchen is?"

"Oh! U-uh- yeah."

Cole promptly turned and started walking down the hallway, before turning at a doorway with an open entrance and led me in.

"Zane, could you get Walker some plain toast, whole wheat bread?"

Zane turned from what he was doing, which seemed like he was cutting fruit into small plastic cups.

"Yes, it'll be ready shortly."

Cole sighed.

"Well, I'm going to go help Lloyd with the scrolls and whatnot and try to keep the kids from accidentally destroying the gates again."

Cole turned and left, footsteps fading as he walked away.

I was left in the room with the robot- sorry, Zane, who was slicing fruit.

"So, how are you?"

"Depends. Honestly though- not so bad."

"That's good to hear."

There was an awkward silence, before Zane set the cups aside, each now filled with fruit.

He rinsed his hands and the knife by the sink, before opening the fridge.

He rummaged inside it and pulled out a package of bread.

He shut the fridge door closed and unwrapped the plastic.

When Zane had finished cutting a few slices, I finally spoke up.

"Can I go sit outside to eat?"

Zane gave me a warm smile.

"Yes, make yourself comfortable."

"Cool."

After a few minutes, the toast was ready.

I grabbed it and headed outside, where the Ninjas' training grounds were.

I made a note to myself to go here whenever they trained, so maybe I could train and even see how they fought to use it against them when my situation...requires it.

I was greeted by the sounds of voices shouting, metal against metal, and footsteps thumping against dirt and stone.

I saw a large training course, with a lot of parts to it, with the three kids running through it.

And-they were failing miserably at it.

At least Wyldfyre was doing okay, though.

She's my favorite.

I turned to my side and saw Lloyd, who was watching the kids intently and clutching a weathered wooden staff tightly.

When I tapped his shoulder, he jumped about five feet into the air, before calming down and smiling nervously at me.

"Hi, what's up?"

"Nothin'. Just wondered if I could train with you guys at one point. I need to move my bones a little. Been a bit out of practice."

Lloyd frowned.

"But- you probably haven't received any combat training, and we don't want to accidentally hurt you-"

"I have, with my boss at The Administration."

The guy seemed confused.

"Really? Well, if you wake up at four forty-five sharp, we can arrange that."

"Sure."

I replied, scarfing down the last of my toast.

-

(the next morning)

When I'd finished showering, I quickly dressed in a loose blue t-shirt and dark blue gym shorts.

I then brushed my hair out, tying the loose ends of it with a rubber band, and headed out into the courtyard.

Sure enough, I was greeted by the sight of Lloyd, who was kneeling at an altar, with a framed picture of an old man and a large ceramic bowl of fruits and flower clippings.

He was mumbling something, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop.

"Uncle, we've found Jay. But, I fear he's lost his memory, and his path has gone astray. What should I do? This is breaking our team apart by the minutes."

Weird.

Me?

Memory loss?

Path gone astray?

Lloyd stood up, and bowed respectfully to the photo, before turning to see me.

"Oh! you're here! Well- I don't think everyone else is here yet, so if you have the patience, we should go meditate."

"Sure."

He mumbled something I caught as,

"Jay could never concentrate. he would always opt out of it by making an excuse, or even just run away. If he did try, He would always get distracted."

What was it with these guys and their weird mumblings?

Ugh.

He walked around to small area with a small stream, a few flowers, grass, stones to sit on, and a large tree hanging over it all.

I selected the stone closest to the stream before sitting down.

Lloyd seemed to freeze for a moment, before he unfroze and walked over to sit beside be shakily.

I took a few breaths in, and let my muscles loose, allowing the tight knots in me to unravel, and I drifted into subconsciousness as I listened to the water gurgle and leaves rustle in the gentle wind.

-

What-?

Jay seriously chose his old spot.

With amnesia.

He knows how to meditate.

This cannot be Jay.

We have to have the wrong person.