"She's much more stable than a teenager. Don't be silly!" He cracked his knuckles with his thumbs, one at a time. They popped so loudly that the bartender looked up, possibly thinking that he had been snapping for her attention.

"You're still not really answering," I reminded him.

"Well, you might want to talk to some of the research assistants, since they’re the ones who were around the subjects the most. The other doctors and I, we just compiled the information. And I’ve already told you that we weren’t really sure what we were dealing with, we just knew we’d stumbled upon a technology that worked… and maybe worked too well."  His sarcasm wasn't lost on me.

"And you remember all of this about your time working for Synchro, but not enough about the rest of your past to tell me how to fix her," I was a little dubious, and it was still taking a lot of time for me to digest and absorb that any of this was even possible. I was also becoming impatient, though I knew that patience was the only way to get Partain to give me anything. 

Patients were the only things that I seemed to really be interested in, at least as far as he was concerned. I needed a new approach.