John crossed his arms and said through gritted teeth, “Another Heart Hospital in Washington D. C. My eyes are brown.”

The Director did something between a smile and a frown, “Hmmm…”

“What?” John asked testily.

“The doctor told me your eyes are not brown. Although it says so on your I.D.’s and such.” The Director sighed and pulled out a mirror from his jacket pocket.

John arched an eyebrow, “You carry around a mirror?”

“Take a look.”

John grabbed the mirror. He looked at himself. “Wha-”

“What color are your eyes?”

“Silver?” John’s eyes widened as he looked at his bright eyes in the mirror.

The Director beamed, “We haven’t had silver in quite some time. Not since Milo was activated. You are strong. Very strong. Tell me, what is your aura?”

John studied himself in the mirror for a long time, “I don’t see one. There’s nothing.”

“Quite interesting. Now, I’ll keep my end of the bargain. I suppose I shall start by telling you that the hospital you were born in doesn’t really exist. It never did.”