"Who are you?"

"Your dad, my son."

She closes her eyes and holds very still.

There is a sudden silence.

She opens her eyes, shivering.

There is no one in there. Her room looks completely normal.

Yup. She goes looking for the nearest doctor.

There's a knock at January's door.

He answers the door.

"How are you settling in?"

"Okay? I think..."

"I'm afraid we've worked ourselves into a bit of a predicament. You have magic, but you can't remember that."

"Yes..."

"So I won't ask you to. I'm your doctor, and I don't want you to hurt yourself in your confusion. Instead, I'd like you to try to use it."

"Okay."

The air sure gets very chill really fast.

"How charming. It still seems to be under your control...do you think you could use it to heal?"

"Yes? Do you want me to heal your eyes? I am not sure about the fungus."

"Try both. The results should be enlightening."

"Sure, do you mind to lay down a bit, while I do it?"

"Of course not. Go ahead. Will your bed do?"

"Sure thing."

And assuming the doctor cooperates. He starts inspecting. "I am not good enough at this to be sure that I won't make the fungus worse," he says after a few minutes, "I think I can fix at least one of your eyes though. It might feel weird when the nerve ends start to grow."