"We know what happens" Agent Caits replied, as Agent Dioxide rose to leave, "It's either a success, or a fail" She picked up her notebook, and made her way back to her office, where she read the email form Baoning, frowning over it as she read it. 

[i]do not get attached to them? I get attached from the moment I start bringing them in. Of course, if they knew that, I wouldn't be here.[/i] She sighed, and dropped her head in her hands. 

If she was going to plan activities for Cody, then she would have to work out what he truly liked. So she rose, and made her way to the cell. She paused outside, to speak with the attendant, the same attendant from the first night. 

'How has the subject appeared?'

[right]'Cody appears quite calm. he doesn't express any issues, and merely sits there quietly. Sometimes he sings or hums, or drums his fingers as if he's playing somethng[/right]

That was more information then Agent Caits expected, and she frowned over it. Cody was certainly an enigma.

'Alrght. Let me know if anything changes'

No doubt Cody could hear everything they had said, and as such, Agent Caits proceeded with  entering. She entered without announcing she was there, but Cody seemed prepared for her. 

[right]'Am I entitled to ask questions?'[/right]

'Yes, if you answer mine'

[right]'Why am I here?'[/right]

'Because you're an anomaly, a higher being'

Cody seemed amused. Agents Caits frowned. 

[right]'And what does that mean, truly?'[/right]

'That you are...different. You can use...powers'

[right]'Oh, my light? How does that make me special?'[/right]

'you have been classed as a higher being. 

How did you survive the crash that killed your mother'

Cody now fell silent, appearing troubled. 

[right]'I was...I wasn't much more then a babe in arms, you see. All I really remember is...this bright light...and a pain so sharp it was like I was dying...maybe I did...I remember my mother screaming, and then warmth. That was the last time I heard her voice'[/right]

'What do you like to do?'

[right]'Music. Anything with Music. How long do I have to be here?'[/right]

'I don't know. We will be giving you a regimen, exercise and such. That starts soon. That's all I"m here for. I'll be back later'

[hr]

Cody found himself pleased. No doubt when Agent Caits spoke with her partner, she might recognise similarities to the beginning part of their conversation. And now he knew part of what they wanted from him. Answers. Answers to...what he was. What he could do. Why? Well, he supposed there was many reasons for that. He'd have to think on that. 

There was another 'subject' here. He mused on that, wondering if he'd get the chance to speak with her. Drifting into thoughts, Cody began to sing softly, the way he sang seeping through him, and around him, almost embedding the walls around him with the song. 

[centre]"A Little bit lost and
A little bit lonely
A little bit cold here
A little bit of fear
But I
Hold on
Then I
Feel strong
Then I
Know that I can
Getting used to it
Lit the fuse to it
Like to know who I am

Been talking to myself forever, yeah
And how I wish I knew me better, yeah
Still sitting on a shelf and never
Never seen the sun shine brighter
And it feels like me
On a good day

And it feels like me on a good day"[/centre]