"Jail time?" Randall asked, voice cracking as he spoke.

"Jail time?" Sulley, as well, asked though his voice sounded more bewildered and maybe even a little angry. "You can't do that,"

"Need I remind you as to the serious allegations held against Mister Boggs?" Roz asked, as she slowly slimed her way closer to him, eyes narrowing as she spoke. "The child endangerment? The corruption? The attempted murder? The battery against not only yourself but Mister Wazowski?"

"Yeah Sull c'mon, this is the law you can't go against the law." Mike said, voice softer now, trying to calm down his friend who (in his mind) had no reason to be so upset about this at all.

"Yeah I remember, of course I do, but look at him!" Sulley gestured to the lizard monster who was staring at the wrist cuffs as if they were a death sentance. "Is he acting right to you? He's been nothing like the Randall Boggs I know since he got here!"

"He has, has he?" Roz arched a thin eyebrow as she turned her gaze upon the monster in question who, upon seeing he was being stared at, froze. She slowly made her way over to him. "Tell me your name." she said.

"M-my name?" Randall asked.

"Yes. Your name. What is it." she had dealings with Randall, of course she had. She had seen him every day on the scare floor being pompous and self absorbed, and in those weeks leading up to the 'incident' he had become incredibly snappy and over all cruel towards his assistant Fungus Ooz.

The drastic change in personality was later stated to have been caused by internal stress in creating the scream extractor, though she had her doubts.

"I-I uh.. He. Gosh uh James just told me a while ago but you all, you've kind of startled me I really, that is to say, I don't. I don't know... m-my name." Randall rambled and spluttered before lowering his head, looking absolutely ashamed of himself.

"We've had criminals feign ignorance or amnesia in the past." Roz said as she nodded to one of the monsters standing besides Randall. The monster immediately set down a briefcase he'd been holding and pulled out a stethoscope and a ear checker. "Your crimes are rated fairly high in our books, and either way you would be looking at a lengthy jail time."

"Yeah good." Mike muttered to himself, before he was hushed by Sulley.

"I, I'm sorry I... I don't remember what I did..." Randall said before he squeaked since the monster to his side suddenly shoved the small black device into his ear canal; a tiny hole on the side of his head. "Ahh man you wanna warm that thing first...!" the monster, who had four arms, moved his second set to press the stethoscope to Randall's chest listening to his heart.

"He does show signs of injury," the monster to Randall's other side observed. "Scarring. Some scratches. This here looks like a nasty burn scar." he pointed out the lightened skin, and how it ran along the left side of Randall's body. "Looks like he got burned pretty bad."

There was also some entry and exit wounds. Bullets? Whatever it was Randall Boggs had lived through in the human world, it must have been something traumatic. Perhaps even traumatic enough to trigger his mind to closing his door on not only the incident, but a god chunk of his life at the same time.

Roz observed the injuries, scoping the damage. The burn scar was relatively new, from what she could see. The other scars seemed faded, old. Once again the way time flowed between the two worlds would confuse any other monster but not her. She understood how one minute equaled one human day and Randall Boggs had been gone almost three entire months.

Monsters, also, banished to the other side of the doors however remained aging the same rate as monsters on their side. Randall could very well have spent fifteen years running around the human world but his body would have only aged three simple months since that's how is clock was working on the original side of the door. Add to that the fact monsters had very long life spans, well... a monster banished to the human side may well be alive for hundreds of years over there.

"Well?" she asked the investigating monster, who just put his tools away.

"I say it'd be best to hook him up to a lie detector and work out if he's telling the truth, or lying. Maybe run further tests. Psychoanalyze him. See what's really going on in his thinker."

She nodded.

"Where will he stay while that's happening?" Sulley spoke up, mildly surprising Roz (though it hardly showed) since she had almost forgotten about Sulley standing there, as well as Mike.

"A high security ward, Sullivan." she answered simply. "We can't afford to detain him anywhere else. And before you bring up the subject of family, concerning who his father is we need to break this information to him slowly. He and the rest of the Boggs family have no idea to which the lows Randall stooped."

Sulley frowned a little, looking to Randall who seemed as though he may cry any second. He was obviously scared, confused, rattled and now being threatened with a jail cell while they conducted these 'tests'.. well. It seemed hardly fair, or right.

"Well. What about if we watched him?" Sulley asked.

"What?" Mike asked.

"What?" Randall asked.

"What." Roz said.

"I mean... it. It isn't right to throw him into a place like that. He's been stuck in the human world for who knows how long, he's scared! I can't. I mean. I know what he did was wrong, really wrong, I mean I know since I was on the receiving end but what I did was just as wrong. We banished him without any kind of trial and the fact Waternoose is sitting in a jail cell still tells me he would have faced the same fate. We did this to him," he gestured to himself and Mike, before holding his hand out towards Randall. "Now look at him. He deserves to be in a place were he can properly belong and who knows maybe his memories will come back themselves, before theses tests of yours even happen!"

Roz pursed her painted lips together as she looked at him, slowly, while Mike looked at Sulley as if he grew a second head.

"A-and maybe being around us will help dislodge his memory too I mean, we all knew each other in university. Mike was is room mate even. Add to that our... kind of... rivalry it could help him remember things. Locking him away just may do the opposite for him. Is... is all I'm. Saying." he trailed off into silence because wow he had been rambling hadn't he?

Randall, meanwhile, was staring at Sulley with wide (well as wide as a squinting lizard monster could without his glasses) eyes. This James guy was offering this, really? Offering him a place to stay that wasn't jail? Or a mental ward? Honestly, there may well be a gathering of monster angels playing harms while the polka-dotted monster stood beneath a beam of heavenly light.

"It's unorthodox to allow this sort of thing." Roz said, bluntly. "But you raise some important points." she frowned. "We would have to attach a tracker to one of his legs to ensure he doesn't leave your establishment unless cleared beforehand. Randall Boggs is a criminal and needs to answer to his actions but we can hardly hold him accountable when he can't remember his name."

She turned, looking at Randall, who managed to pull his gaze from Sulley to look back at the woman. "These are new times for all of us. So, these are the rulings. You are to be placed in the care of Sullivan and Wazowski," Mike almost interjected saying he didn't want a thing to do with this but his words were smothered by Sulley's hand, "where you will remain during the psychoanalysis you shall undergo and any further tests. A monitoring device is to be affixed to your leg and it can never be removed without proper authorization, or you will face a fine and time in jail. No leaving the premises unless cleared two working days beforehand. Are we understood, Mister Boggs?"

Randall looked over the slug monster woman for but a moment before he nodded is head rapidly, clasping his two hands together desperately. "Yes! Yes I understand. I won't leave their place without authorization! I'll do anything, please. Yes. Thank you, thank you!"

Before Roz knew anything the criminal known as Randall Boggs was grasping at her, pressing quick, fast kisses against her face. She gasped and pushed him back, grateful when the two other men grabbed the lizard and hauled him back. "...very well." Roz said, dryly, turning her attention back to Sulley, and Mike, who still didn't look happy at all. "Gentlemen. The paperwork will be filled and Randall Boggs will be moved to your place of residence."

"What, just like that-" Mike started, but was cut off when the monster to Randall's left opened his suite case and quickly pulled out some paper. He scribbled rapidly, amending, signing, initializing and handed a copy to Roz who looked it over. She took a pen, wrote her own signature upon it, and thrust it into Mike's hands.

"Sign here." she said.

"Now just a minute!" the single eyed monster yelped. "I never agreed to this! I am NOT having that psycho-maniac living in my apartment!"

"Technically it's mine." Sulley pointed out. Since it was true. Sulley had bought the apartment himself and Mike paid his half of things so they kept things covered nicely. Course, now that he was a CEO the two didn't have to worry so much about keeping on top of bills anymore, but the property remained in James P Sullivan's name.

Mike looked up at Sulley, eye wide. "You're serious. You really.. You want him. In the apartment?"

"Mike I. I can't hang onto the past like this?" the taller monster asked weakly. "He did wrong, yeah we know but. We don't know the circumstances if he was made to do it or if it was his plan or what!"

"He tried to KILL us. Multiple times! And Boo, what about her? Fixing her up to that machine-"

"Mister Wazowski?"

Turning, Mike saw Randall still stood between the two other monsters, hands still tightly clutching at one another. His expression one of total fear, as well as concern.

"...what?" Mike asked, hesitantly.

"I don't... I don't know, what it is that I did to make you so angry. Or to make you so hesitant in taking me in, like this but. Please. I beg of you, I don't wanna go to jail. I don't want to go to some place where I'll be thrown in with.. with.. you know! I don't remember anything, and you seem to know so much about me...! You could help me remember right? Then, then I can work through it! Through the bad stuff, cuz... cuz I can be a good monster." he hesitated a moment. "...can't I?"

Mike groaned and rolled his eye, and huffed to himself. Randall. Randy. Once his friend, his study buddy, the only other 'small' student in the Scare Program just like him. How they both stood out among the horrifying, tall, messy monsters in the class alongside them. They'd been close, that first semester.

How quickly it had ended though. Whose fault was it, really? All Randall's, or had his own actions brought about their drifting apart? Either way, he couldn't be blamed for Randall plotting to kidnap innocent children to suck the screams from their bodies forcefully rather than naturally. That was pure, twisted malice.

The monster standing here, though, it wasn't Randall. It was a shadow of Randall. Who he could have been, if life had been nicer, more ideal for the multi-limbed monster. He sighed, heavily, and thrust the paperwork up at Sulley. "Fine." he said, bluntly. "But one mess up, and he's on the special bus."

"You're all heart, Mike." Sulley smiled, picking up the pen and wrote his name down, before signing away. How had these monsters had the paperwork so swift at hand? Did they anticipate something like this happening? Just how well prepared WERE the CDA? Roz seemed to always have her finger on the pulse of things going on (or wrong) in the company all those years so he really shouldn't be that surprised.

The rest of the afternoon went surprisingly smoothly. Randall, of course, stayed in Sulley's office only now he had a nice new ankle bracelet locked around his bright right foot's ankle. It was black, of course, and attached to it was a small little black box which transmitted Randall's location right to the CDA at any given moment.

Just how they got Randall to Mike's car outside at the end of the day was a mystery. But into the backseat he climbed, looking as excited as a dog was when being taken for a nice, long drive. After shutting the door, careful not to slam it on the end of Randall's long blue tail, Mike and Sulley exchanged looks.

"...this is weird, isn't it?" Sulley asked, quietly.

"Oh. NOW it's weird?" Mike asked.

"Mister Sullivan!"

At the voice, Sulley spun around and immediately pressed himself against the side of the car, blocking any view one might get of Randall from this point of view. Never mind the fact anyone could see Randall from the other sides, or that he could go invisible if he so wanted to. "Peter!" Sulley said through strained teeth. Great.

"Just thought I'd wish you a good evening." the tentacled, horned monster smiled simply. "It was a busy day after all, and thankfully that malfunctioning door was the only one today, hm?" he asked.

"Oh. Yeah! Certainly. We don't want to go losing any doors now." smiled the CEO awkwardly. Mike rolled his eye slowly. This kiss up plus Sulley's awful lying capabilities was making for a painful viewing.

"Indeed." Peter smiled. "Though do you know where in the world it came from?" he asked, posing it in such a way to show he knew exactly where it was from.

"No. No I haven't seen that paperwork." Sulley said, trying to remain upbeat, casual, and certainly not harboring a criminal in his friends backseat.

"America, Louisiana." the other monster answered without even being asked for the information. "An area known for having swamps surrounding the main town, where this door specifically came from. Outskirts, really." Peter shrugged. "Just felt you should be informed."

"Right. Yes. Well!" Sulley had slid along the car, pawing at the handle and jerked it open before climbing into the front passenger seat while Mike had already gotten into the drivers seat. It was law that Mike drove his own car and nobody else dare even suggest the possibility of driving it. "Have a great weekend Peter later now!"

And with that, Mike hit the accelerator and the car and it roared to life and drove away from the three eyed monster who stood in the car park, raising one of his three eyebrows. Louisiana. That was an interesting place. Three months ago a door leading to that area had been destroyed. How? Shattered to pieces, having fallen over the railings it had been poorly propped against.

It just seemed... interesting... that this happened around the time of Randall Boggs' disappearance. And now suddenly a door from the exact same area had been activated.

Curious, really.

"Oy that guy gives me the creeps." Mike shuddered as he drove.

"Pete's not that bad he's just. Enthusiastic about what he does. Wants the company to be the best it can be and honestly who doesn't want that?" Sulley asked.

"So do you two live far?" Randall's voice made Mike jump since he had honestly forgotten about him being back there. The lizard was looking to Sulley as he spoke.

"Ah, not too far no! Don't worry," Sulley turned in his seat a little, looking back at the lizard monster. "You'll settle in super fast and who knows, maybe being around us will help you remember things."

Mike, however, still didn't know if Randall remembering everything wold be a good thing. Especially if he was living with them. Sulley may be fast to forgive but Mike was not a monster to forget. He was going to keep his eye on this lizard, you could bet your bottom dollar on that.

To be continued