October 16th 2005

'Do you remember your name?' Asks the psychiatrist. She's a snake in a plain grey suit, trousers and wearing tight leather gloves. Her scales is a brown colour with a yellow "collar" around the neck, she has green eyes and is sitting bolt upright.

'Yes my name is Peter Fox my partner is over there, she'll vouch for me.' I remain perfectly calm I can't give any signs away that I've not really got amnesia. 'Peter do you remember anything that happened on Kane island?' She asks. I try not to squirm in my chair.

'No' I respond. She starts noting things down on a clipboard. The room I'm in is small, grey and cold. There's a large "mirror" on the side of the room and two chairs at either side of the room. The Door is hard probably bullet proof steel. 'Peter have you ever stolen anything in your life?'

'No!' I respond a little too quickly.

'Peter, could you stay here for a second while I get some water?' She already getting out of her chair and there's no reason to object. 'Okay.' She walks out of the door. I think she might have fell for my cunning ruse.

I watch him closely, Sly seems alright maybe he's fooled her. No, that no was too fast, she'll pick up on it, she always does. I'm standing in a small brightly lit room, there's a large one-sided window on one side that lets us see Sly. Beside me are inspector Barkley a short brown mole with a white toupee, a white moustache light brown shirt, Brown trousers, polished shoes and a cigar. He mentored me and some say I have inherited his anger issues. 'Carmelita, why are we doing this!?' Barkley asks as he takes a deep puff of his cigar.

'Sir-'

'I know Cooper's faking it, so ether you dumb as a rock! And I'm pretty sure I'd notice if you were daft! Or you know he's faking and you don't wanna him to go to jail cause you got a thing for him!'

'I don't have a thing for him!' I answer a little too quickly. He looks me straight me. His eyes burn into mine. 'I want the truth Carmelita!' He yells while chewing on his cigar. I've got to tell him something. 'He's faking.' He takes it in for a moment and then laughs. I scowl and keep my temper down as best I can. 'What's so funny?' I ask through gritted teeth. He stubs his cigar out on a convenient ash tray and stops laughing. 'Carmelita, officially I could record your boyfriend here as having died at Kane Island.' I can't help showing my shock.

'Really?' I almost chuckle.

'Yes, he could be an excellent asset. He knows the criminal mind, he's acrobatic and he is an excellent disguise artist!' He says. 'Also I have one condition.' He looks at Sly intently.

'What's that?'

'He has to grow a moustache!' Wait what?

'Your can't be serious?' He turns to face me and bursts out laughing. 'Your not normally so jokey, what's with this new comic streak?'

'I'm old and I'm retiring Carmelita. Why shouldn't I be able to laugh a little at the end?' His looks turn sour now. 'Stop being so melodramatic!' I blurt out, I've had enough of his jokes. He looks up at me, he looks sad. 'Carmelita, do you think I've lead a good life?' I wasn't expecting that.

'Yes you've served the force for all you life, you've saved countless people!' I say and put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly. 'But I never had time for myself! I worked all day and all night on weekdays and slept through weekends. I never took up any hobbies, I never befriended anyone in or out the force and I became obsessed with the job.' Tears almost bubble from his eyes. 'Carmelita I want you to not turn out like me!' He wipes his eyes with his sleeves and then starts walking out. 'Inspector Barkley, I'll keep that in mind!' He turns to face me.

'Now I have to forge some documents for your friend goodbye!' With that he walks out the door.