Right back in my cell, just looks different now.

When I was teleported back into Foundation custody I was immediately hit with sleeping gas through the vents. Guess it makes sense they would have that set up...

Woke up in some sort of snowy cottage, new clothes and a lot less security. I poked around a bit, summoned my Boys, but they couldn't seem to interact with anything. Looking around, the place was staged to make it look like I just woke up from a coma and had memory problems.

Motherfuckers actually tried to tell me the last ten years of my life have all been in my head, that I've actually just been delusional and they're trying to "help" me.

Even had the gaul to say my parents had visited me and I just didn't remember it. Cherry on top, they said I had broken out and killed them at one point.

They'll regret doing this to me.

Holy shit. Holy shit. 

Payment for the last job was the ability to have telepathic conversations with people. Undetectable by my captors. Tested it with Dr. Chaudhry, finally managed to square down what his deal is. He's... nice. Trying to break me out. I don't know, it's weird. I'm not used to trusting people, let alone someone who works with the Foundation (it's as a double agent, but still). He also used to have two daughters, they're dead now, but he's been really nice to talk to. Helped me sort out my feelings about Hope.

They're my kid. That's... a terrifying prospect. To care about someone that deeply, and be forced to never see them.

Just means I have to get out of here sooner.

Of course, I took advantage of this ability to talk to Hope. I was planning on having a conversation about what they meant to me, what our relationship might look like, if they'd take me as a parent...

The first thing they did when they heard my voice was shout, in delighted surprise, "MOM?!"

So. That's sorted. Couldn't be happier, or more terrified.

I fucked it up. I fucked it all up. I was just trying to warn Pringles, but I fucked it up. 

I don't know how, but my message to Pringles got cut off. Felt like it was just forcibly ripped away. I panicked. Thought maybe he was killed, or in some other sort of danger, so I messaged someone he had told me about. Named Quincy. Since I knew he would be able to get in contact with him.

It took... a surprising amount of convincing to get him to just... check up on his friend. He was alive, just busy.

Then Dr. Williams walked in with a team of armed guards, Foundation logos on display. Said the charade was over, that it was obvious I could communicate with people on the outside and that Dr. Chaudhry's experiment was a failure. I... broke down crying.

Guards actually started looking uncomfortable.

Sorry the suffering you inflict makes you feel a little squeamish, assholes.