After a few days, Eric, now Maverick, was allowed to go home. Mary was smiling throughout the carriage ride, explaining and reintroducing parts of the town as they passed by. Maverick nodded along in a tasleeking manner. Maverick was too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay any attention. 'My name is Maverick Collins now. I'll need to get used to that. This world seems not to have industrialized yet. The buildings and clothes here are pretty rustic in appearance. Although their medical knowledge seems to be more advanced than I would have expected. But there is are other weird things about this world, like the dual moon in the night, and this power I woke up with. hm...'

  "Maverick... Maverick.. Maverick!" Mary shouted. Maverick was taken aback.

  "Were you listening at all? What I'm saying is important, unless you don't want to regain your memories." Mary Chastised

  Maverick smiled. "Alright, Mary. Please continue."

  Mary sighed in resignation and annoyance and started again. This time, Maverick listened to the stories of the town around him. He learned what type of person Maverick was, the type of person he needed to pretend to be. According to his sister, he was a fair and kind person, and despite the fact that he was younger than her, he felt a responsibility to take care of her. At first, he just wanted to glean more information from her stories, but as things went on, he felt a brotherly connection to her.

  They made it to their house and stepped out of the carriage. Maverick gave the house a once-over. It looked like any of the others in the area—a white, rigged exterior with a straw roof and a stone chimney. A few circular windows allow light to enter from the outside. But then Maverick was distracted by the clinking sound of coins. Mary paid the coachman before he sped off.

  "What are those?" Maverick asked

  "Don't tell me you forgot about money, too," Mary said

  "It seems I have."

  "Look here," Mary responded with annoyance.

  In her hand were three different types of coins: a copper, a silver, and a green coin.

  "This is a pence, 15 pence make a shilling, 7 shillings make a munz, and 10 munz make a gold coin, but we don't have any gold," Mary explained.

  "I see."

  The two went inside, and Maverick got a good look at the home Mary and Maverick grew up in. They talked for a while, Mary hoping to jog some more of his memories, before she left for the market. Maverick sat on his bed and organized his thoughts. 'I think I understand the general situation of this world's technology. What I don't understand is what happened to me right after I got to this world.' Maverick stretched out his hand. The invisible tendrils from his back followed and started manipulating several objects in the room simultaneously. 'After a few days of practice in the hospital, I can utilize this invisible force to a certain extent. But I have no idea what this power is or how I got it. Was it something Maverick had all along, or is this something I gained in coming here?'

  Maverick lay on his bed. In the upper right corner of the wall was a crack. When Maverick saw this, his head pounded and raced. A new flood of information, like when he first woke up in the dungeon, flooded his mind again. These were memories from the previous Maverick, many of which included his sister, Mary. One of these memories in particular was the incident that created that crack in the wall. Maverick had come back from a hunting trip in his youth and accidentally shot a bolt into the wall. It nearly hit Mary, and Maverick had broken down in tears out of fear and apology. Instead of chastising Maverick, Mary comforted him till he calmed down.

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  Maverick knelt and gripped the sides of his head. Tears welled up in his eyes and fell in uncurtain drips. Then Mary came back and found Maverick in that way.

  "Maverick?" Mary dropped what she was holding and practically fell into Maverick, embracing him in a hug.

  Maverick hesitated before hugging his back. "I'm sorry. I forgot it was loaded." Maverick managed to get out.

  Mary was confused for a moment before realization dawned on her. She gripped Maverick tighter as tears fell from her eyes as well.

  Officer Mark Fairen walked into the police station and walked past all the desks of the other officers. He continued down a hallway and knocked on a door with "Investigator Perry Clawford" etched in a plate nailed beside the door.

  "Officer Fairen here to report."

  "You may enter."

  Fairen walked through the door and closed it behind him. His aura has taken on a more serious tone, but he is still a bit jovial in his demeanor. He takes a seat in front of Clawford and tucks his hair behind his ears.

  "So, how is your observation of Maverick Collins coming along?"

  "It's the same as my last report. He somehow figured out how to use his spirituality without undergoing the proper ritual. Note worthy though is that Maverick has gone to the library multiple times this week. Most of what he has read is about the paranormal. Besides that, there has been no other suspicious activity. I can't make heads or tails of what he is up to." Mark reported

  "Hm. How is his relationship with his sister since he lost his memories?" Clawford asked while writing on his pad.

  "They seem to get along great. It also seems that he is recovering from amnesia. Although I'm not sure if his sister knows the full extent of Maverick's situation." Mark clenches his fist.

  "So he's still treating her like his sister?"

  "By all appearances, yes." Mark reluctantly answers.

  "If he is recovering his memories, a follow-up interview might be worth a shot. Good work. Continue your observation."

  "Before I leave, I would ask again why we haven't taken him into our custody. Demons shouldn't be let loose in the human world."

  "As I've said before, if he is the demon I think the cult of corruption was summoning, then we stand no chance. If he isn't, then there is no harm letting him be for now. I sent a letter explaining the situation to the head office. We should get a response before the month's end. For now, you have your orders."

  Mark gets up and promptly leaves the station offices. 'Maverick's schedule has been pretty consistent. He spends his day walking around town, presumably to regain his memories. Then he goes to the library for a few hours, then back home. Despite his lack of breadwinning, he and his sister stay afloat. How is that?' Mark thinks

  Meanwhile, Maverick was in the kitchen chopping potatoes. 'After I gained some of Maverick's memories, Mary and I have been getting on like a house on fire. I've also learned a bit about what this power could be from the library. Not like there was much there anyway. Mostly just play scripts and poetry. Man, I miss the age of information. This power is likely from some sort of paranormal entity or spirits.' Maverick thought as he tossed the vegetables into a boiling pot. 'In any case, I need more information.'

  Maverick and Mary sat down to enjoy dinner. Mary blew on a bit of potato and stuck it in her mouth. As she did, her eyes widened, and her grip on her fork tightened.

  "Are you sure this is just a veggie stew?"

  Maverick smiled at her in response before partaking himself. 'All I did was add broth that the butcher was going to throw out. What are the food standards in this world?' Maverick panicked as he lamented his future of subpar dishes.

  "Do you think you'll be able to start working or hunting again?" Mary asked nervously

  "What did I do for work?" Maverick asked

  "You were the carpenter's assistant. Johnson was his name."

  Maverick sighed and looked down at his soup in disappointment. 'If only I knew any carpentry. I've given it some thought, but I'm not sure what I can do for work in this small town. Not like my skills from my data analyst position, just cleanly transfer over into this world. How the hell do I make money?'