It was a proud moment and a loud one. It was the beginning of new life. Three new lives to be exact. First in line was Lost, then Luce and finally Lam.

“A middle sister” said the proud parents, eyeing their children with immense love. Maybe that’s why the parents named them with “L” at the start?

“oooo look at Lost” the mother beaming “Lost is Lost.” She chuckled. “And Lam, He looks as innocent as our meals.” This caused the father to chuckle back.

Lam began to make some noises. Very strange noises. really strange noises. Okay like you wouldn’t believe how strange, Like straaaangee. Like someone you’ve never met kinda strange. Well… anyway…

The parents went in a panic. They’d never heard such a strange noise, especially on a human. The doctors rushed in and began making tests on him. The room they were in was on edge. It may not have been palpable but there was concerns about pal pebbles. The consensus was that Lam had autism.

After all the test had concluded, it was confirmed. A rare form of autism. Lam thought he was a bear. The two once very proud parents felt shame.

-5 years later

Lam was excited for preschool, more than the other two triplets anyway. His bear speech had transformed to be a bit more human, tho he still half sounded like a bear. The other two tried their best to pretend their brother was, well… not their brother. Jokes on them tho because Lam soon found himself on the top of the food chain. Well, social chain. Eventually his siblings boasted about what they first tried to hide. Unfortunately tho, Lam peaked in preschool. 5 weeks into preschool found Lam teaching his compatriots a little bear. There was one compatriot tho that stood out. One that… never left his hearts till the day he died. She was a she and the disease Lam held in his mind didn’t spread to her, because… it was already there.

“Sylvie?”

“What?”

“We same…?”

“I guess.”

“We love?”

“Bring me food then.”

This conversation drained the day. And week. And all throughout preschool. Till one day.

*Vooosh.*

Little Sylvie was gone. No word of warning. No knowledge of departure. Just. Gone. The first day was sad. The next week was concern. Then anger after a few of those weeks of no Sylvie.

Little Lam did what any sane person would do for the person they loved. He went on a search. Looking everywhere. Looking, Looking, Looking. He would fall asleep looking. Wake up looking. Dream of looking. And live in looking. Though no vials could a. And the years went by with this pain in his heart. He began to think she went into the sky, so he studied for the job to get as close to them as possible. He was mad about something he never understood and maybe if he understood he would not be mad.

Lam got a job right where he needed to be. The space ship monitoring station. Where he meets Doc Jerry along with a new fear of frights.

When Lam woke up he was tied up. Doc getting the data he needed.

“Whats a mascot doing in here.” Lam heard the doc mutter while coming to. Dizzy. Warbled and washed out.

“He’s seen me.” The Doc was talking to himself. “I can’t leave him here. He’ll jeopardize the mission…”

“Hope he’s not too heavy”

*Data obtained*

Doc pulled out the thumb drive, took the bear guy and ran out, slinking in the shadow. Merging with the crowd of protesters.

But then something strange happened not even the author of this book was prepared for. Sylvie was a part of Doc Jerry’s coup.

-Azie