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It worried Jerry a bit how spotty his memory was in some areas... Candace was one of those areas. He remembered they were friends. He remembered she had given him that keyboard and his beloved guitar. He couldn't remember how it had gotten that crack in it's body, although he did remember it was Robert that had gotten it fixed.

The important thing was, he remembered that he had a friend in Candace... and after his meeting with H and everything else that had gone down recently, he was happy to have someone to talk to. Rep was a trustworthy friend and all, but he wasn't the most gentle and feeling of people.

He was quite happy for the runic batteries he had managed to make at least, he had missed the gossip and chit chat of twitter, but when Candace had shown her concern... he supposed there really was no harm in explaining it to her in person, at least. It took a bit of thinking to remember which door was her's, but knocked once he was sure he had the right one.

"Ah... hey! Um..." Jerry was relieved he wasn't hovering in the hallway too long, but even so seemed unsure of what sort of expression to wear. Casual seemed underplaying the anxiety of the situation, but they knew so little, too much concern would be over playing it and-

he settled for his usual slightly trembly smile as he stepped in. "Yeah, I guess it has!" He tried to remember the last time they had hung out... he knew it had happened but... everything was blurry. So much happened around the island, he attributed it to just the whirl of life there.

Straightening his glasses he glanced around, "So. Um. About... ahaha... um. Those er... talk on twitter..."

"Well, I mean... you're a friend, right? Of course you are, ahahaha," He fidgeted, rubbing his head with the impending headache trying to sort out his thoughts sometimes lead to occasionally these days, "I er... was on a mission recently with Wash and Sasha and people and um. Well, something happened. Er..." He glanced around for a place to sit, clearing his throat as he did so.

He took a chair, fingers tapping a nervous rhythm on his knee before he held his hand out, "There was um. This old lady..." He stammered a bit at first, but once he picked up pace with the story, it flowed out quickly. He told her about the poor decrepit old woman in the rocker, of the key clutched tightly in their hands, her screeching about The Special Boy, and the flying books and his appeasement of her demands that made her satisfied and vanish. "So I p-picked it up. I m-mean... it needed to be brought back to be studied, right? I mean, what was I supposed to do, I was the highest ranking Hunter there, technically- But it just... I don't know what it did but it hurt and it like... I d-don't know," His voice wavered a bit, his face going a bit green, "Just... went... went in."

He cleared his throat, "That er... weird Doctor g-guy um. In the Life Labs, he X-rayed it and it was all..." He wiggled his fingers in an attempt to illustrate. "He s-said I could either just... tough through it and hope it just... doesn't get worse or-" His hands twisted, and he pulled them apart to wipe the sweat from under his bangs. "Ch-chop it off."

"I p-picked it up and it just... it hurt and um. Like." He flexed his fingers, not wanting to relive the experience as he pulled his hand back to his chest. "Like. Boiled it's way in." He cleared his throat.

"Oh, er... the older one- Division lead. Ache?"

"Yeah, yeah that's the guy!" He gave a snort, scratching at the symbol, "It... c-cutting open my palm like that?" His face paled, "That'd be just as bad as cutting it off! I don't think my Fear Shield could- aaaaah, I don't know. The old woman said something though- something about um. Seven keys to unlock something down below- I think she meant back in Scotland, maybe Rep knows some lore or something?" Shifting on the couch he glanced up at her, "Oh yeah um. It... like I said, the X-ray showed all these... " He wiggled his fingers as he gestured at his hand and wrist, "All these black.. tendril things all through it. We don't know if it's going to um. Spread or not. But I don't know, my stamina since has been um. I don't know. I certainly got my bum handed to me in tthat tournament, it might just be in my head, ahahaha. But... but I reported it all the same. H said to tell him if anything um. Changed or got worse."

Jerry snorted, "Right. Go to a surgeon all- hey I've got a magic key stuck in my palm can you get it out? Yeah, that'll go over great." With a sigh he rubbed the back of his neck, giving her last question some though before shrugging, "I know he's a bit over excited about bonesaws?" He smiled weakly.

"Yeah! Of course!" That he could concretely say, "I mean, you gave me my guitar and stuff, you wouldn't do that for someone you hated, right? Ahaha unless you er.. just wanted to inflict me on the island, ahahahaha."