So, school has kept me extremely busy, and part of me has forgotten where I'm going with this story (if not that this story exists), but I got a charming review today that reminded me a little of all of that, so I finished a chapter I've been sitting on. Not as polished as I would like, but I hope everyone will forgive me for that.

So to the people who actually like this story, hope you enjoy, and please review and give me feedback!

No one has asked Aster why he's there the next day. So he hasn't had to come up with an excuse.

No one does the next day either. He doesn't know why he's there himself.

But he's there to see a terrified-looking nurse come stumbling out of Jack's room, looking as though she had seen the great bogeyman himself.

As he shoulders his way into the room, he sees an impossibly tall and thin man, standing there, looking as much as though he were part of another realm of reality as Jack. He is leaning over Jack's bed, talking to him in a hushed voice.

The man straightens up as he notices the intruder. Aster realizes with a pang of annoyance that the stranger is taller than him.

"This is a private conversation."

As an actor, Aster cannot help but be amazed by the man's diction, his perfectly clipped words, the projection that has his low, quiet voice filling the room with ease.

As a hot-headed Australian, he is more than a little ticked off at the condescension in the other man's tone.

There's just something about this man that makes Aster immediately want to punch him in the face.

Fortunately, Dr. Arendelle appears just in time to stop him, mainly out of shock for her response to the visitor.

The nurses are all stealing glances as they walk by, frightened, concerned, their eyes focused solely on the tall, dark man. Whereas Dr. Arendelle's grin is bigger than he'd ever seen it (granted, most of the time he saw her she was frowning at him) as she strides into the room.

"Dr. Pitchiner! Oh, wow, it is such an honor to meet you," she extends her hand for him to shake as she talks, "Jack, oh, I mean, Mr. Frost, well, he didn't mention that you were his PCP." She keeps pumping his hand up and down as she talks.

The man, Dr. Pitchiner, looks a little taken aback at such a warm welcome, as he shakes her hand in response.

Jack rolls his eyes, "I gave you his contact info."

She shoots him a fast glare. But to everyone's surprise, it is Dr. Pitchiner who reaches forward, and swats Jack lightly on the top of his head.

"Manners." That is all he says on the subject.

Dr. Arendelle clears her throat, regaining her professionalism, "Dr. Pitchiner, if you would be so kind, there's some information I would like to discuss with you?"

He nods. "Of course, Dr…?"

"Arendelle. But we're colleagues, please call me Anna."

A small smile twists at the edge of the tall man's lips, so slight Aster isn't quite certain he sees it except that he is on the edge of the action and is trying desperately to catch up to the conversation.

"Then please, call me Kozmo."

…

Filming is still on hold, so Aster once again finds himself back at the hospital. The doctors and nurses have come to accept him as a tentative fixture. Most of the time he just sits in his room and looks over the script, running a few lines with Jack.

Jack messes with him from time to time, but mostly is a good sport about running his lines. He even lets Aster sit in on visits from the nurses and Dr. Arendelle (though he's fairly certain that the younger actor had coached them all on not saying anything too specific to the times that Jack had ended up there before).

"You're the best, Anna."

She pauses in her physical examination to look at him quizzically.

"I do know that, but…"

"Most people don't respond quite so well when they meet him."

"Him?"

"Koz."

A wide grin spreads over her face, "Oh, Dr. Pitchinier! He's practically a legend! I've read every article he's written!"

Jack turns his head and coughs lightly into his fist, "Fangirl."

Aster agrees. Textbook fangirl. He has plenty of experience on his own in recognizing the breed. Though why she'd be a fangirl for that…that…Tim Burton-movie reject is beyond him.

She responds by slightly flicking his shoulder, "Dr. Fangirl to you, buddy."

"Fangirl?" a dry voice comes from the entryway.

She spins around, sending her clipboard skidding across the floor to stop at his feet. Dr. Pitchinier bends over, a slow graceful motion as he scoops it off of the floor and then returns to his normal perfect upright posture.

He cocks his wrist to glance at the clipboard. "Anna, I believe this is yours?"

"Um…yes, yeah, that's mine Dr. Pitchinier! Um, sorry about that!"

He smiles. To any other onlooker, it would look fairly malicious. To Aster, it looks like pure evil incarnate. But to Jack, or anyone who know him and therefore knows that every single motion that Dr. Kozmotis Pitchinier makes looks sinister to some degree, it's a soft smile, a smile of the slightly amused.

"Anna, I thought we'd covered this already. Call me Kozmo, I insist." He finishes crossing the room to hand the clipboard off to the blushing redhead. "I must say, I'm very impressed with your records on him. I know Jack is a very difficult patient to keep track of."

She just gives a little laugh, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. "Ah, he isn't that bad."

"No, don't hold yourself back, Anna, he's truly a horrible patient. Can't keep still if it'd kill him." As he talks, Anna places the clipboard on the bedside table, and they all seem to forget about it.

Aster doesn't. He's surprised no one noticed him looking at it, as though it contained all the answers to the universe.

Which it doesn't, of course. All it holds is the answer to the current question digging a hole into his brain.

What the hell is going on with Jack Frost?

(P.S. to a guest reviewer, Dr. Kozmotis is one of my favorites too, if you haven't noticed!)