DAY TWENTYTHREE 17:44PM

The Forgotten

Scorpio was sharpening some knives as he sat at the table, a blade against a whetstone. He could sense that there was going to be a whole world of trouble. 

He was trying to figure something out, but he couldn't. He really didn't know what was going on and why he was doing what he was doing now.

All he knew was that a war was coming. A hard war. A long war. A war to end all wars. 

"So what's the plan?" he asked of Suki, who was sipping a coffee.

"First we find out what happened to Mayganne," she said. 

"Mayganne?" Scorpio said. He knew that he should know that name. He couldn't place her though; it was like waking up from a dream and trying to remember the dream itself.

Suki's face went blank, and Scorpio didn't like that one bit. 

"Nerts," she whispered.

Father Donnelly stepped from the washroom, drying his hands on a towel. "What's going on?" 

Suki turned to the priest and said, "Father, this may seem like a weird question..."

"After what we've been through, weird is just a norm now," he said with a slight chuckle. 

"Do you know a girl named Mayganne?" Suki asked. She stood up from the table and walked towards the window.

"Mayganne?" Donnelly replied. He paused for a few moments trying to recall the name. "I'm not too sure."