I'm kind of making it up as I go along. Don't forget, as of a few hours ago, there wasn't even a plan to be holy." He grinned.Abigail smiled. "Was the...pun intended?" He just nodded. "Sometimes you are a dork, Jackson Williams."He jumped off the couch and grabbed his car keys. "Come on, Mrs. Dork. Time to head to the computer lab on campus. We have research to do."Twenty minutes later, they were signing in to use the computer lab. Luckily, it wasn't too busy, so they were able to take computers. I must have fallen asleep waiting for him to go off and meanwhile wondering if he was still playing with himself but the next thing I remember was opening my eyes around 2am, hearing Michael moaning and muttering in his sleep. He was laying on his back, dreaming but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. Then, in the darkness, he rolled onto his side facing me and sighed deeply. He was still muttering quietly but evidently still asleep, so I took my pen-torch from under my pillow, slipped down. You have been under for two months, and no next of kin could be found for you.” My body and mind ached, who was I? I couldn’t even answer that for myself. “Who am I? Where am I from?” I asked, pleading that an answer to my quandary could be given quickly. “We’re going to have to disappoint you, we don’t know who you are. You have no dental records, no hospital records, no fingerprints can be found anywhere. You are the epitome of Jane Doe.” I felt my heart sink as I sat upright in the hard. .. do you believe in the Crone, Jacob?”“That’s a strange question to hear from a suit-loving Invictus.”“You’re wearing a suit.”“Yes, but that’s because I pull it off better than you.” Leaning back, he smiled a big, Joker smile as he set the white mask over his eyes again. “Why do you ask about the Crone?”“Because I can’t tell if you actually give a shit about your religious beliefs.”“Your mistake is thinking of it as a religion. It is communication with things beyond your limited vision. And it.