This room had no mirror. It was completely sealed off from outside influence of any kind. The only people that would be talking or listening in this room would be Rob and his interrogator.
The reason for the room was by design. No one wanted any leaks of what Rob might have to say, seeing as he was not the actual person that should be occupying the body he was in. Larry was now in acoma, medically induced to try and allow his body to heal itself after the injury. Everyone else was on pins and needles. For the first time, this Rob character had remained in Jay's body for longer than a few hours. This time, he had been in Jay's body for days. Being kept in solitary was taking it's toll on Rob, however.
The outer door to the room Rob was in finally openned, and in walked Pat. He gave Rob his typical smile, toothy greeting, to which Rob had little to know reaction to.
Pat pulled out the chair on the other side of the table in front of Rob, then had a seat. Rob continued to stare downward at the table before him, unwilling to bend or brake.
"How are you feeling today, Rob?", asked Pat.
"Like a captive, as usual....Pat."
Rob looked up at Pat when he stressed his name.
This prompted a chuckle from Pat as he leaned back in his chair, laying his right hand on the table.
"Same old, Rob."
"Likewise for Pat."
"Can you tell me what you remember before you showed up here, Rob?"
"You know where I came from, Pat. Why should I have to tell you again?"
"That may be true, but I would like to know for curiosity's sake."
Rob rolled his eyes at Pat, then looked back down at the floor.
"You know, the doctors have all said that the only reason you're still here is because Jay injured himself with the impact into the wall. Against all odds, you're wide awake here with us in an injured body. But eventually that could catch up to you."
"We both know that won't happen."
"It won't?"
Rob looked up at Pat and stared at him.
"Are you sure it won't?"
Rob did not answer Pat's question.
"I would hate for the actions of Jay to jeopardize anything going on here, or jeopardize our relationship."
Rob began to laugh hysterically at this statement.
"Relationship? Seriously? If you want to call it that, ok."
"We have a...unique relationship, Rob. One that is vitally important."
"Not important enough though, is it?"
"Rob, we did all we could for you."
"YOU DID NOTHING!"
Rob's demeanor changed, and Pat's smile went away. He stared at Rob who was now visibly angry.
"You left me there to die! You didn't even try to help me, Pat. You just did your thing and ran away like you always do. I didn't have a chance. But I beat you! I beat you and your cronies, and soon I'm going to find a way to stay here and be a thorn in the side of this world too. The very thing I know you don't want."
Pat continued to stare at Rob, emotionless.
"If you stay here, you'll never leave this facility, Rob."
"That's better than where I've been, Pat. Anything is."
"But you're partly to blame for what happened there."
Rob leaned forward in his chair, as far as he could with the cuffs on, and looked dead into Pat's eyes, "So are you, Dad!"
That last word from Rob's mouth made Pat cringe.
"I told you never to call me that, Rob?"
"Well, I never thought you'd abandon me, so we're even. How did you get here, anyway, so you could leave me behind?"
"That's classified."
"As always."
"This conversation is over."
"Indeed it is."
Pat stood up and began to exit the room. But before he left, he turned and spoke to Rob one more time.
"By the way, tomorrow we'll be injecting you with an agent to put you in a state of coma, so Jay's body can be allowed to heal. That will put you to sleep and for all intents and purposes render any chance of you returning to Jay impossible unless he is able to come back out of it. So this may be the last time we talk. I must say, it was...fruitful. When you go to sleep, enjoy the world you wake up to."
"I'll just find another way in, Pat. I always do."
"We'll see about that. Have a nice life,....son."
With that last statement, Pat left the room and closed the door behind him.
Rob kicked the table hard enough to push it forward about a foot. He hated his father for what he had done. Rob's only concern was that this could be the last time he ever again awakens to the world of Jay. It was a peaceful world, filled with life. Where Rob kept coming from, there was always darkness and death. A place like that changes a person. It makes them more survivalist, and less humanist. Rob could only remember the faces of all those that died before him, whether by his own hand or from circumstances out of their control. The world he left and Jay entered was always gloomy, trying, hard, and terrifying. Rob simply wanted it to stop. He just didn't understand why his own father would leave him in such a place. Why would he want him there, knowing what was to come. Knowing that a world would end and eventually take his son with it. Rob's only hope was to remain inside Jay in the hopes the end would come for that man instead. He didn't care who Jay was or what he had done. He just wanted to survive, anyway he could.
But, Rob knew there was something special about this Jay guy. He had crossed over before, with other people during the experimentations at The Fleece, but something was different with this guy. For the first time ever, Rob could feel the presence of Jay with him, while he occupied Jay's body. Unfortunately for Rob, Jay was beginning to wake up.
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