"Wait, Morris' father's still alive?" I said out loud a little shocked. I thought I heard a board creeking and falshed my light around again. "Keep it together, Glass. You're hearing things. don't let the dark spook you." I looked down at his file again. "Wonder if they tried to reconect. probably not. the Strubs probably washed away any want to find their birth parents. I know my parents did the same for me." Little did I admit that detective work isn't my fortea, so I'd have no idea where to even start.

"Hmmm." I mutter, reading the file. Hell of a thing to walk in on. One would think the guy'd have some sorta issues. must've had a great shrink.

"Here's one for a sci fi spin. The car accident gave Karen clairvoyance." I said, trying to joke to myself. I look around again, then go back to the files

"Jeeze, doesn't anyone have a cheerful story?" I said outloud, "Oh wait, we're orphans."

"I remeber that." I said, nodding, "I always thought she was a bit of a weirdo for not going. in retrospect, it's probably good that I kept my opinion to myself."

"Hmm." I say, pondering my findings. I could've sworn I saw a file for Moon. Ben had cancer. Ben's in his thirties. I know that medical science can be wrong, but thirty years? There's something there. Ben also was the only male survivor of the massacre.

"I tihnk you're onto it, Sawyer. Ben sold his soul to a demon and the souls of the other orphans to get cured of cancer. Where the other two survivors fit into this, I don't know. but however outlandish it sounds, it does make sense, doesn't it?"

I grip my bat in my hand, and take the files with me. if I run into anyone, I'm sure they'd love their old file. Except for Morris. I'm selling his file on Ebay.

I head out of the office.

I'm going to go back into the office and see if Moon's file is there. maybe I just overlooked it. If I find it, I'll read it. either way, I'm heading for the main common room or the "examination" room as we often called it.

At times it felt like you were someone's pet. I can't count how many times I'd be so nervous that I'd throw up a few minutes before meeting the parents, who would then either reject me because I had a broken arm or leg or because I smelled like puke. They didn't understand. I'm a person damnit, not another face. "Did they even tell you I'd never met my parents?" I said to the darkness around me, as if the ghosts of those who overlooked me were there. "Did you even think that sometimes I was so worked up because I didn't know you... that sometimes I wished you were my parents coming for me? I'd seen the shows and read. parents are suppose to be there when their kids are hurt? Why did you never come? Why?" I spat, "I didn't need you anyways. Hear that mommy dearest? I turned out just fine." I held my bat in a high ready position as I entered the room.

I look around at the room. "Just how I left you." I muttered. I know it was my voice, but it sounded so distant right now. I stepped slowly into the room and went to the toy box. "There you are." I say, picking up Moon's folder. I open it to read.

"Bummer." I whispered, looking around, then I took the file with me and opened the toy chest. the other one had health in it, this one might have something good.

"Jackpot." I whisper, taking the drink. the knife I'm going to have to go back upstairs and get a pillow case and get a makeshift holster or something. I look at the doll and look at it's... odd position. I pull off the restraints and pull off the cloth.

Next I'm headed back to the boy's room for a make shift holster, barring that nothing stops me.

"Sky Toys..." I whisper the name. Weird for a child's toy to be designed like this. possible lead? It sounds like a good place to go after I call Viv.

I enter the boys room and look for maybe a pillow case or something that will keep the knife from cutting me.

true, I'm jsut making it logical. because a hunting knife in a pocket usually precedes a bad case of decapitation.

Once I get done, I head back down stairs out to my car to try and start it.

I mutter a few swear words under my breath. "I thought in the twenty first century everything was suppose to be cool /and/ work." I sigh, rubbing my baby, "I'll call for a tow in the morning, you sexy beast. I know, I know. you'll be fine without me. Yes, Iknow it's another man touching you, but if you'd start for daddy this wouldn't happen." I sigh. don't judge me, you talk to your car like that too.

I rest the bat over my shoulders and hang my hands on it like I'm an old fashion prisoner. Guess I have to walk. I'm pretty fit, thing is, I just don't like any unneccisary excercise. I'm american, sue me.

I put the bat in one hand and take out the walkie. "Anybody out there? Am I picking up truck signals on this? hello?"

I sighed, looking from tree to tree. In the cool midnght air I let my eyes and immagination meet. The trees were fingers clawing for the heavens as they were being dragged to hell. I smacked my temple, "damn it Sawyer, they're just stupid trees. although, that would ake a good movie. some girl ticks off a gypsie, the gypsie gives her a cursed button that eventually causes the girl to go to hell. blockbuster, I swear."

I yell out into the night, "anybody out there?"

"Look! Doom patrol HQ!" I yelled, trying to cheer myself up. That was something that had always bugged me. Why was the sanitarium so close to the orphanage? And they wonder why there was a massacre at the orphanage.

I quicken my pace to a sprint. I'm still undecided if I'm even going into the sanitarium.

"God.." I said. I never realized how big the place was. I looked around again and checked my phone. I looked back at the building and sighed. "There's gotta be a working phone in there. Or at least someone who knows how to fix a car." I sighed again, taking my bat over my shoulder I headed towards the building. I supposed lookign at me from a far would be quiet hillarious. Sawyer Glass, stun man extrodinair, With a bloodstained bat over his shoulder walking into the psych home. I'll be lucky if they don't commit me.

I pause, wondering if it's a good idea to have the bat over my shoulder. "If anyone asks, it was a mutant tomato." I continued in.

"well, at least I don't feel so out of place." I muttered, looking around at the mess. I check and make sure my walkie is on then I put it back in my pocket. My ears strained to hear anything. "Hey! anyone in here?" I yelled out. wait, if there's a mess, that might mean some of the crazies got out. GREat. like my day wasn't already spectacular.

((gosh, I should not be reading these at three o clock in the morning. Time to plug in the night light...))

I look up at the vent and begin to wonder if it's another band-aid sleezeball or if it's the work of a crappy maintenance. "If there's no one here, I think you'll have no problem if I go down this right hallway!" I yelled, then headed down the left. they'll never suspect. unless they know I'm playing a trick on them, then they'll all come down this way. or they'll think I know they know I'm playing a trick on them, so they'll go to the one I declared and leave the left side alone.

Or maybe I'm just all alone and might wanna raid a pill cabinet before leaving this place.

((he went left, saying he went right was to throw off any onlookers.))

*left hallway, we'll go with that.*