Tim put away his weapon and with a calmness that suddenly worried Santi he dismissed Shari --- the woman he'd been trying so frantically to save --- with a quick phrase: "She's not one of us."  It was as though he was not only no longer worried, but no longer cared.  Or maybe he just knew enough about this side of the Wall to know Baldie was right... that Shari really<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>completely safe here.  But there was something else, too...<br/><br/>"Us," she repeated, looking back at Tim again.  "I don't remember anything... from before.  I've completely forgotten, like, nine years or something."  She looked at the ground, and at the hospital's tiles as she walked.  "You sound like you... you know something about all this.  About the tattoos... about where we got them.  If you do... tell me, please...?"<br/><br/>Baldie answered Tim's question before Tim could reply to hers, though.  "Well... I hadn't really thought that far ahead," he admitted.<br/><br/>Santi just stared at the bald bastard for a few seconds after that last statement.<br/><br/>"W-wait a sec.  You brought us here, ripped things out of Tim, shot Shari, shot all those guys... and you have no idea where to go now...?!" her green eyes were wide.  "Y-you're kidding, right?!  I agreed to come with you, be, because I thought you had some kind of plan!!"