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You inform her of your dream, how Malphas claimed he was attempting to regain your memories. You tell her everything you can, mostly because getting shot in the dick sounds like the worst possible thing.
She sighs. "Right. Sounds like him." She leaves the room. "Okay, whatever, I doubt you're lying. That's good. If Malphas is working on getting your memories back, you're going to get your memories back."
You continue heading through the facility, and eventually reach an office. A plaque on the door reads "Apollyon". Magdalena knocks, and after a brief pause, you hear a voice.
"Come in, Magdalena. You too, Thomas." The voice is strange, like dozens of people speaking in perfect harmony.
Magdalena opens the door, and as the both of you head inside, you see Apollyon.
The angel is seated at a desk, apparently in the middle of writing something down before the both of you interrupted him. He resembles nothing more than a bipedal locust, clad in a suit. He watches you both with eyes that are just slightly too big, and smiles softly.
"Thomas. It's good to see you again." He says. "I've already been informed of your... condition. Magdalena contacted me while you were asleep. And I'd like you to know that we will do our best to recover your memories."
Magdalena clears her throat. "Actually, sir, according to Thomas, Malphas is working on the same thing."
Apollyon's beatific smile does not leave his face, and he nods. "Goodness. And here I was thinking he'd claimed himself to be a neutral party. Perhaps I did not know him as well as I thought... and neither did you, my child."
Magdalena tenses up, but she says nothing.
Apollyon stands. "Regardless, I'd rather not leave this up to chance. I'd still like you to see Timaeus. I've instructed him to inform you of the past few years' events, as well. He'll also make sure your Communions are still in one piece, and see if you can remember any Invocations."
You ask what an Invocation is. Apollyon blinks.
"Nevermind. That's one question answered for us. Please, just go see Marcus. You are both dismissed." Apollyon sits back down, and continues writing. Judging from the stationary, it's an official letter, but he seems to be writing down... sheet music?
The both of you navigate the facility again, and eventually reach a laboratory. Inside, a small, timid-looking Mousefolk is currently looking through a microscope at a razor-thin sample of muscle tissue. He's clad in a labcoat that's visibly a size too large for him, though the name "Timaeus" is visibly embroidered over his heart, suggesting that it is his coat. His fur is snowy white, and the look on his face can only be described as "Nerd Glee" as he examines the specimen through the microscope.
Magdalena opens the door with a bang, and then knocks on it. "Yo, Timaeus! Knock knock! Got a message from the Action Man, or some other musical reference in relation to Thomas!"
The mouse lets out a literal squeak of surprise and looks at the both of you. "Oh, y-yes, of course. Thomas, good to see you in one piece." He gestures to what looks like some repurposed dentist's chair. "Please be seated, and we can begin the examination. Unless, of course, you have any questions about the procedure?"
>What do you do?
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