Sovie looks at Temple, she knows he is holding the magic effect with his own metamagic gift.

He might be losing years of his life every second.

"Yes. Just do it."

"Yes. Do it, the three patients should be safe, but you should get all of us..." Temple gasps for air and grits his teeth. He gives Ezra a look that conveys for fucks sake just take the treatment.

Sovie and Temple are injected, and a guard approaches Ezra.

"You agree?"

Ezra... knows what he is supposed to, he knows that this is the better alternative.

But he is also so afraid. Absolutely afraid.

Unthinkingly his frost-covered reach out -

He wakes up in a hospital room.

It looks like hospital rooms usually do. 

He blinks and stands up. He looks at his surroundings and doesn't know what to do nor how he got in here.

....The room was already chilly, but it gets colder. He looks at his hands and is surprised they're aren't the pale blue.

He takes a few moments to calm down, because he knows this cold isn't something he can just announce to the world.

Can he leave the room?

It's a hospital room, he's probably there for a reason.

There's a knock at the door. 

He pauses for a second and then opens it.

"Hello, January. How are you feeling?"

January is his name, of course. It's the only thing familiar about this.

"I-I don't know. What happened?"

"You were victim of a recent outbreak. The disease has erased portions of your memory."

"Is it permanent?" January asks immediately, before clamping down hard on the part of his... self that tries to freeze the room."

"Unfortunately, yes. There may be some details you can remember- so far, other patients have mostly remembered the parts of their life that they considered most generic. You understand how hospitals work, for example, and may remember being in one many times before- but you may not remember any particularly emotional experiences you have had in hospitals."

January is quiet, mostly because it is taking all of his focus to not flash freeze everything in a ten feet radius.

"Patients can live fulfilling lives after treatment. Most of our staff are former patients."

New lives. Because your patients are gone.

"What happened?"

"You and a few other visitors got too close to one of our patients."

"Ok.... I am sorry." He says albeit the apology is almost a question. "What is next?"

"The hope is that you can all meet each other without triggering a relapse. Do you think you're ready?"

"How do I know if I am ready?"

"Can you resist trying to think about anything that feels familiar?"

Well, if they are going to be taken anyway. "Yes."

"I think we're ready, then. Call me Moses."

"Yes... Mr. Moses."  January waits until Moses leads the way.

He leads him to another room.