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Ever since he'd woken up, people kept telling him that his memories would come back to him. They assured him it would happen, in their own time, and he'd believed them. At first, it even seemed to be happening. He'd begun to pull little threads of memories out of the mist, here and there, but then they just stopped. Day after day and nothing new came to him. David is beginning to think he'll sell his soul just to start piecing together the fragments he has.

He knows he's got options. He was just hoping that he could solve his own problems. When it becomes clear that he won't be able to do this without help, he makes his way down the hall from the clinic to the psych office, knocking on the door lightly. "I'm looking for a Charlie Bartlett," he says, glancing around the office. "I was told one found me when I first got here and I've been informed he works here, too. Is that you?" he asks, of the boy in front of him.

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"That's interesting," says Charlie, making a note, his eyebrow raised. "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know," he says, when he comes back to himself. "See? That's my trouble. I say these things, these strange things, or I have these dreams, and I don't have the slightest clue why. I don't know why I said troll road, just that I did, and it sounds familiar."

"I guess we just have to keep picking through it all," says Charlie, twisting his pen between his fingers as he thinks. "See if there's any patterns. See if anything fits together."

"Okay. Okay," David agrees, starting to feel something that runs akin to positive hope. "That sounds good," he says. "When can we start to do that?" He wants to find something that makes sense in his clouded mind.

"We've kind of started already," says Charlie, reaching for his diary. "But how about we make a weekly appointment? Work on it a little bit at a time?"

He nods, managing a half-cocked smile in Charlie's direction. "I bet you had no idea the depths you were walking into when you found me," he jokes, trying to relieve the tension he's feeling because he still doesn't know. "Weekly sounds good, though. The sooner I can find something that makes sense, the better."

"Yeah, no, not quite," says Charlie, flashing a grin. "But, one afternoon a week, I'm yours for an hour and we'll see what we can get to the bottom of, okay?"

David's slightly worried about what they might find, but he gives a short nod of his head, appreciative that there are people here that are willing to help him. "And you won't back out if we find something dark and grim?"

"No way," says Charlie, with a crooked smile. He holds out his hand.

"We're in this together."

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