'Hello Dear, Did you have a pleasant lunch?", Victor set down the quill he was writing with and leaned back into the chair he'd stolen from Ander"s room.
"Yes I did. I ate something called 'ojec'. It was prepared in an orange sauce. I think it is like chicken around here", Sandy replied, strolling into their bedroom while taking off her blouse, "That handicapped fellow, 'German or Jerry', spoke with me for a bit"
"Gerard", Victor corrected.
"Oh yes, Gerard, anyway despite his disability, he's really quite approachable, you know" Sandy whirled into the main room wearing a blue and green gown, "My renaisance fair fashion sense isn't completely tuned up, will this fit in down in the city?"
"I think, young lady, I'm going to need to hire an escort to beat the amberite males away from you", Victor grinned.
"You may be too late", Sandy responded coyly and slipped back into the bedroom. After a moment, she evidently decided not to keep Vic in suspense any longer, "I think Gerard was hitting on me", she peeked out from the side of the small doorway with a matter of fact smile.
"Gerard, flirting with you", Victor absently confirmed.
"Yup.", Sandy dissapeard, "He's sort of sweet really. And he knows New York like no one I know. We talked about things to do and see in Manhattan. I think it was awhile since he was there last, he talked like it was the only place to get Armani suits made. Anyhow, it was quite charming", she reappeard in the doorway with a different dress. "Not like that prison bit"
"Oh yeah, sorry about that", Victor kept staring straight ahead.
"Oh, Boy", Sandy began, "I've seen that face before. The mister police lieutenent face. What is on your mind?"
Victor paused, "I took some of Ander's blood, right when we got back. I was thinking that I'd ask Quinn or Fiona to look at it, but I've been struck by some things. First, we were taken from Earth, right? On our way upstate. Carlyle's treatments, with the intraveneous bags and such, weren't normal procedure for other inmates; several of which would be considered more immediately 'dangerous'. It wouldn't be a reach to suppose that whoever arranged for his stay there, specified the treatment, right?"
Sandy sat down in another chair, "Ok, I'll bite".
"Well, that supposition is at least mildly suggestive of Carlyle's 'captor' arranging these things from Earth. Secondly, when Carlyle was Karl, the court musician in Germany, on Earth, he was 'treated' in a similar fashion. Also, we have that commandos attacked the church where Carlyle was to marry Katherine, on Earth"
"That was wierd. Denis Savard, shot in the leg like that. He had to retire, you know he's a coach now."
Victor continued, "in each case Ander was on Earth...I don't mean to oversimplify, but I think the toxins used to play with Carlyle's mind are from Earth, somehow"
"I don't see how the two are directly related there Detective."
"I don't either, not directly, call it a good old fashioned hunch", Victor stood, "I'm sorry, I'm keeping you from your spree with Katherine"
"No not really, she's meeting me out in the garden"
"Well, have a good time. Don't spend too much, no, strike that, buy whatever you like, I need to speak with someone about getting back to Earth in a timely fashion"
"Oh Victor, you never will understand the difference between shopping and buying, will you? Be careful this time!"