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He's looking.

The woods are thicker than he recalls, the trees strange and odd. He's searching for someone and he thinks it might be Snow. There has to be a bridge somewhere, but he's yet to find it, which means he's yet to find her. There's someone else that he's looking for, but he doesn't know who it is. He only knows that she's small and vulnerable. She needs someone to protect her and it's supposed to be him.

He wanders, deep through the woods and makes his way out of the dark to the light, entering a strange building and walking until he's in the midst of several rooms -- each one stranger than the last. "I'm looking," he says aloud, as if that will direct him to what he needs to find. "I need to find her."

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David closes his eyes as tightly as he can, pushing himself to remember what he might have been doing. He gets a sense of...desperation. He feels as though perhaps he's lost something and he needs to get it back. No, not it.

Her. "I think I was looking for a woman."

"Yes, I'm most certain you were. Can you recall a name?" Walter asked, already hoping the boy would be receptive to hypnosis. There was all sorts of things in that mind just waiting to be shaken loose.

He closes his eyes and tries to remember it, but he doesn't find a name. He finds an image of someone he's sure he's seen before, but she looks slightly different. "She's got long brown hair," he speaks slowly. "And skin as white as snow. And she's carrying a bow and arrow. I think she means to kill someone," he says, opening his eyes in a sudden and terrified flash.

"Now, now. Don't get too excited. I'm almost certain, if this is real at all, that you're remembering something that's happened quite some time ago. Unfortunately, if she meant to kill someone, it's a bit too late to intervene."

There was a very, very slim chance the young man was experiencing an event yet to happen, but he didn't want to frighten him with such possibilities.

There's something that catches in his throat that feels akin to petrified terror at the thought that it's too late to save her. It can't be. If he's too late and he loses her, then she'll be lost to him and he'd vowed to always find her. He opens his eyes wider, a small thrill of excitement pushing through him. "I promised to find her. I swore that I would always find her."

"Then you shall. But first, we must do some work to jog that memory of yours. How does that sound?" Walter offered, the man's excitement oddly contagious.

This was a mystery Walter didn't mind at all spending a bit of time trying to solve.

David blinks, slightly stunned at the notion that he's going to do work to figure out why he's acting the way he is. Still, it's not a bad thought -- just, a surprising one. "Yes," he says, suddenly. "Yes. Anything we can do."

"How do you feel about hypnosis?" Walter inquired, already moving toward his lab station. "I don't think I'll need to administer any drugs, though... I suppose I can't ask you if you have any known allergies."

He chuckled.

"If you kill me, just write a note of apology," David replies, trying to keep his mood light. He follows after Walter carefully, already having decided to do whatever they can in order to retrieve memories. "Hypnosis was mentioned by my therapist. I'd like to try it," he insists. "I'd like to try anything I can."

"Whom shall I address the note to?" he asked, absently forgetting that the man likely had no idea.

"Well, you're a bit agitated, now. How about we schedule a time for you to return?"

"If anything happens to me? Mary Margaret," he replies in an instant. "Always her, if even I'm a little bit sick, she's the one who needs to know," he says, feeling that if he can make sure she's his next of kin, he's managed to do something. "We can't start now?" he asks, aware he's starting to get desperate.

"In the state you're in now, I'm afraid you won't be quite as receptive to suggestion. As I said, I could sedate you, but knowing so little about the cause of your amnesia, I'd rather not," Walter said, erring on the side of caution, for once.

"I wouldn't be opposed to trying later today, but I'd like it if you took a few moments. Perhaps got something to eat."

He almost protests again. He practically feels something determined and bound up in his chest pushing him to ask one more time, but he tries to listen to the reason in the words. David takes a steadying breath and nods his head. "If you think that's best," he agrees. "Maybe I'll come back in the afternoon."

And then, he'll have no excuse to stop him from trying to earn back his memories.

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