It had been many months that Seven took to recover his sense of self. The events at the Belltower had finally faded to mere nightmares, and no longer haunted his every moment.
Then came the call – “I’ve got a job for you, if you’re interested”. Damnable quacks. But, it would relieve the increasing doldrums of monotony – Seven was’t built for circling the calm waters.
36 hours later….
“Well, this feels normal”, Seven thought, looking around his home quarters underneath the Aquarium. The new doctor was a bit odd, but seemed a genuine sort of fellow, Seven decided to trust him. “Nice to have someone around who doesn’t automatically shy away from me. May be he can figure out how to help keep me whole, too. Did good work on that cage dancer.”
Seven reviewed the events of the last day and half. Missing persons, kidnapping, corporate theft (what were we thinking??), Shark Fights, breaking and entering, seeing Red again. Seven shied away from the thought of owing that maniac a favor – at the same time, he was one of the few beings Seven felt he could count on.
“Mad fucking world, this. Seems like I’m right back in the mess. Well, time to see what the day brings!”. Seven pulled himself out of his isolation tank and turned to grab his jar of slime. “Aaaaaahhh!”, he sighed out loud, rubbing the healing cream into his gill creases.