"I'm not sure I know anyone," Clint said with a sigh. "I've been on the run so long Geri is the closest I've had to a friend in a very long time. What about Nightstrike and Bearman? If you're still alive is there any chance you could approach them?"<br/><br/>"I haven't spoken to them in some time," Skyspear said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose it is at least worth an attempt. Shall we take a look at this memory?"<br/><br/>"Everytime I try I have a fit," Clint said, looking alarmed. "I'm not sure this is a good idea."<br/><br/>"My powers work a little differently," Skyspear said. "I do not enter your memories, I draw your memories out, it will not harm you." He approached Clint, who seemed to relax very slightly, and placed a hand on the top of Clint's head which glowed for a few moments. When he removed his hand the scenery around them had changed, they were in the middle of a large operating theatre, two surgeons stood over a young man who, even with his injuries, was recognisably Clint. "Take a few moments to adjust," Skyspear said. "And remember, this is a memory, they cannot see or hear you."