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Erin found herself looking at the figure. Curiosity overtaking her, she followed the figure down the hallway without hesitation. She was unshakable in the aspect that nothing was wrong.

Perhaps she was gullible and believed everything at face value, but it’s most likely a death wish.​
 
"Well I don't fucking know!!!" She had stayed silent for quite a while, but Karina finally cried out. Sticking to the back of the group, she was shaking, clearly bothered by everything that had happened up to this point. "What's even going ON anymore??? Like, fine, sure, okay, no visitors in rehab or whatever! But why is all this happening now?! I was so close...I want to go home!!"

Karina began fanning herself with her hands as she hiccupped, tears threatening to ruin her mascara. She didn't know what was going on. First Elijah got Flynn all mad, then that earthquake that some people didn't even feel, now this? God, why was any of this even happening?! Karina was confused, she was scared, and more than anything else, she was overwhelmed. Thank God no one could use their phones in here - the last thing she needed was for this little meltdown to become a Tiktok trend.

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As the scene grew more and more hectic, Staple held up her hands defensively towards those who spoke toward her, as if verbally asking everyone to calm down, before looking toward the man named Trevor. "I think you've said enough, sir. You're confusing and upsetting my patients for one thing, and what's more, you're not even authorized to be here in the first place," she said to the man sternly, before turning toward the two security guards who maintained a vice like hold on the man. "You two, please escort our uninvited guest off the premises, before he makes... an even bigger scene than he already has."

With quiet nods, the two men did as they were told, beginning to force Trevor back even more before the man could respond to any of Clark's questions. Interestingly enough, whether despite or because of the tactical armor he was wearing, the man named Trevor might have looked to most like two low-rent guards should have been little matter to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to push through them.

"H-Hey, get off...!" He struggled in vain as he was practically carried off through gritted teeth, until eventually seeming to cease struggling for whatever reason, whether because he couldn't or because he chose not to in the end. "Fine... If that's how you want it. I see your game, doc, and if that's how you wanna play it, that's fine by me!"

The journalist's brows raised as the two men proceed to grab the veteran, beginning to drag him out of the institute. Clark's eyes widen, as he seemed to be at a loss for words at the very moment. He was about to protest but remembered that Steve likely did barge in, even if he was a soldier.

As Trevor was forced toward the door, he peered over the two guards for one final word, looking straight at the group. "Just one thing! Things aren't what they seem! Please, just remem--" He yelled out, before the doors automatically closed in front of him.

"Remember," he spoke lowly when the doors closed on Trevor. Placing his hands on his forehead, his mouth open agape as many thoughts rushed into his mind. He thought back to the day he was admitted to the Institute, well, they were admittedly a blur. Clark was given the details by Staple, which made him gulp a bit.

"This is a critical time so I was hoping to wait just a bit longer before springing all this on you, but... it's true. For the duration of your treatment, I had to restrict visitations, for your own sake. After all, do any of you even remember what you were all like before you came here? You were hardly in any state to have any grounded conversation with your families, and more than that, the treatment was so intensive, it required absolute focus. I couldn't abide by any distractions, after all," the woman began to explain at length.

Furrowing his brows when the woman explained, as it seemed to answer Slyvia's concerns. But, he remembered what sounded like a warning from Steve. Though he was here to be cured of a delusion, the strange occurrences were very hard to ignore.

"Things aren't what they seem!"

"Aren't what they seem," he repeats in a whisper, his lips closed as his jaw clenched. A frown of suspicion was on the journalist's face. Then, he notices Staple changing her words, which began to harden his doubts and to take the words of the man who was escorted out moments earlier.

"Well, look, okay, slow down," Peter raised his arms. "This is a lot to digest. I'm not even sure how to feel about what I'm hearing... What about you guys?" He asked the rest of the group. "I feel like... Did I sign off to this? I guess we must have, right...?"

"Perhaps," Clark replies to Peter's question, straightening out his glasses. His frown was apparent, as it was evident there was a lot on his mind. The Kansas-Raised man began to mentally debate whether he should reveal the mental images flashing in his mind. He wasn't sure if Staple was being entirely honest with them.

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As the scene grew more and more hectic, Staple held up her hands defensively towards those who spoke toward her, as if verbally asking everyone to calm down, before looking toward the man named Trevor. "I think you've said enough, sir. You're confusing and upsetting my patients for one thing, and what's more, you're not even authorized to be here in the first place," she said to the man sternly, before turning toward the two security guards who maintained a vice like hold on the man. "You two, please escort our uninvited guest off the premises, before he makes... an even bigger scene than he already has."

With quiet nods, the two men did as they were told, beginning to force Trevor back even more before the man could respond to any of Clark's questions. Interestingly enough, whether despite or because of the tactical armor he was wearing, the man named Trevor might have looked to most like two low-rent guards should have been little matter to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to push through them.

"H-Hey, get off...!" He struggled in vain as he was practically carried off through gritted teeth, until eventually seeming to cease struggling for whatever reason, whether because he couldn't or because he chose not to in the end. "Fine... If that's how you want it. I see your game, doc, and if that's how you wanna play it, that's fine by me!"

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"Hold on, they can't just--" Peter began to exclaim, before stopping as he saw Fujiko shake her head.

"They literally can," the woman said drolly with a wide shrug.

As Trevor was forced toward the door, he peered over the two guards for one final word, looking straight at the group. "Just one thing! Things aren't what they seem! Please, just remem--" He yelled out, before the doors automatically closed in front of him.

"Don't know who that guy was supposed to be, but if you guys think he's a dead vet or something, well..." Fujiko gave a sidelong glance toward Flynn and Clark. "I hear if you say "orange" slowly enough, it sounds like gullible. Try it sometime. If nothing else, I'm surprised we didn't pull some sort of active shooter drill or something, with the get-up he had on," she breathed, remembering her days at work where she had to practice going through a hypothetical stick-up.

"I... guess that's true," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his head. "That obviously had to be a fake name, right? That's the only rational explanation..."

With Trevor's disruptive presence removed as swiftly as he had appeared, Staple cleared her throat, clasping her hands together. "I know things seem confusing right now, but I'm asking you all to just trust me, trust in the program," she said gravely, seamlessly signing her words as well for Michelle's convenience.

"This is a critical time so I was hoping to wait just a bit longer before springing all this on you, but... it's true. For the duration of your treatment, I had to restrict visitations, for your own sake. After all, do any of you even remember what you were all like before you came here? You were hardly in any state to have any grounded conversation with your families, and more than that, the treatment was so intensive, it required absolute focus. I couldn't abide by any distractions, after all," the woman began to explain at length.

Toward Sylvia's concerns about the appearance of Isaac, she sighed softly to catch her breath. "He wasn't part of the sign-ups, originally."

"What?" Fujiko blinked, not even sure why she found Staple's choice of words strange.

"I said, he wasn't part of the original roster. Mr. Clark came in a bit later than the rest of you, and by the time it happened, so deep was your therapy, Ms. Li, it would have been disruptive to introduce outside elements."

"Well, look, okay, slow down," Peter raised his arms. "This is a lot to digest. I'm not even sure how to feel about what I'm hearing... What about you guys?" He asked the rest of the group. "I feel like... Did I sign off to this? I guess we must have, right...?"

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"I was too deep in therapy to find out the truth? I....I don't get it, Doctor. You kept telling me i needed to get over him, and that he was dead, but this whole time he was alive? It seems, asinine! Isn't finding out like this worse?! How can I ever trust you!" And original roaster?! WHat the hell does that even mean!"


To say Sylvia was livid would be an understatement Almost shaking, she looked down, her eyes glaring at the floor before looking back up. Turning back to Issaac, then to the doctor, she shook her head. None of this made sense.

"I feel more confused than I got here, Doctor. I think I'd like to check myself and Issaac out. I don't care if you fail me. I've lost all trust in you, doctor. We're going back to Londan. We can get ourselves help there."

Sylvia's eyes then looked at Flynn, Clark, and the other. A deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I don't want to abandon you all. It's, I got Issaac back. Sure, he doesn't remember me, but I'm still his wife. He comes first."

Slyvia's eyes gazed at Flynn. I wave of guilt rushed over her. While they didn't talk much, there was a trust between them. She couldn't look him in the eyes. but she tried to speak.
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"I know that I gave you my word to trust me, But Issaac, that man. He is my husband. He was missing, and now? I found him. I'm good now, as good as I can get."




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As the scene grew more and more hectic, Staple held up her hands defensively towards those who spoke toward her, as if verbally asking everyone to calm down, before looking toward the man named Trevor. "I think you've said enough, sir. You're confusing and upsetting my patients for one thing, and what's more, you're not even authorized to be here in the first place," she said to the man sternly, before turning toward the two security guards who maintained a vice like hold on the man. "You two, please escort our uninvited guest off the premises, before he makes... an even bigger scene than he already has."

With quiet nods, the two men did as they were told, beginning to force Trevor back even more before the man could respond to any of Clark's questions. Interestingly enough, whether despite or because of the tactical armor he was wearing, the man named Trevor might have looked to most like two low-rent guards should have been little matter to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to push through them.

"H-Hey, get off...!" He struggled in vain as he was practically carried off through gritted teeth, until eventually seeming to cease struggling for whatever reason, whether because he couldn't or because he chose not to in the end. "Fine... If that's how you want it. I see your game, doc, and if that's how you wanna play it, that's fine by me!"

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"Hold on, they can't just--" Peter began to exclaim, before stopping as he saw Fujiko shake her head.

"They literally can," the woman said drolly with a wide shrug.

As Trevor was forced toward the door, he peered over the two guards for one final word, looking straight at the group. "Just one thing! Things aren't what they seem! Please, just remem--" He yelled out, before the doors automatically closed in front of him.

"Don't know who that guy was supposed to be, but if you guys think he's a dead vet or something, well..." Fujiko gave a sidelong glance toward Flynn and Clark. "I hear if you say "orange" slowly enough, it sounds like gullible. Try it sometime. If nothing else, I'm surprised we didn't pull some sort of active shooter drill or something, with the get-up he had on," she breathed, remembering her days at work where she had to practice going through a hypothetical stick-up.

"I... guess that's true," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his head. "That obviously had to be a fake name, right? That's the only rational explanation..."

With Trevor's disruptive presence removed as swiftly as he had appeared, Staple cleared her throat, clasping her hands together. "I know things seem confusing right now, but I'm asking you all to just trust me, trust in the program," she said gravely, seamlessly signing her words as well for Michelle's convenience.

"This is a critical time so I was hoping to wait just a bit longer before springing all this on you, but... it's true. For the duration of your treatment, I had to restrict visitations, for your own sake. After all, do any of you even remember what you were all like before you came here? You were hardly in any state to have any grounded conversation with your families, and more than that, the treatment was so intensive, it required absolute focus. I couldn't abide by any distractions, after all," the woman began to explain at length.

Toward Sylvia's concerns about the appearance of Isaac, she sighed softly to catch her breath. "He wasn't part of the sign-ups, originally."

"What?" Fujiko blinked, not even sure why she found Staple's choice of words strange.

"I said, he wasn't part of the original roster. Mr. Clark came in a bit later than the rest of you, and by the time it happened, so deep was your therapy, Ms. Li, it would have been disruptive to introduce outside elements."

"Well, look, okay, slow down," Peter raised his arms. "This is a lot to digest. I'm not even sure how to feel about what I'm hearing... What about you guys?" He asked the rest of the group. "I feel like... Did I sign off to this? I guess we must have, right...?"

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Things aren't what they seem. The words rang in his ears like a grenade. Flynn didn't dignify the man with any more of a response, only breathing quietly as Staple signals her goons to take him away - pretty forcefully, too. His focus didn't break from the woman and charge, and every word that came out of her mouth cheapened in quality, corroding like metal as they dribbled from her lips. Flynn crossed his arms, needing something to do with his hands as the tension in the room bubbled around him.

As Peter started trying to rationalize - or question the foundation of this whole thing, even - Flynn was quick to respond to his question with an audible snort, shaking his head and, for once, smiling - though not the kind of smile that communicates happiness, but an overwhelming bitterness rubbed in salt and scraped against sandpaper.

"I didn't sign off to shit. They- they put me here because nowhere else worked," he spoke, his words very obviously conjuring images in his mind. "And I- I don't... blame them. What I did- I don't blame anyone. I don't know."

Flynn shook his head. It was true - he really didn't know how to feel. He wasn't sure if he was entitled to feel anything about it. So, in his mind, therein lied the numb spot, so he hoped it would become until today. As Sylvia started talking again, his gaze naturally wandered over to Isaac, unintentionally staring at him like a bear in the wild. So, she did have a husband.

A husband and wife both admitted thinking they were superheroes. It made some sense, but also made no sense at all. It was a facet of a world going to shit, and Flynn was starting to feel like he was the only one gripping the edge of the bowl and refusing to go down. The marine winced as voices began to rise in the room, and without another word, he took off, starting back down the hallway towards the meeting room that they were in before, and hopefully from there, back to his room.

He wondered if he could see the sterile, white comfort of his room today.

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As the scene grew more and more hectic, Staple held up her hands defensively towards those who spoke toward her, as if verbally asking everyone to calm down, before looking toward the man named Trevor. "I think you've said enough, sir. You're confusing and upsetting my patients for one thing, and what's more, you're not even authorized to be here in the first place," she said to the man sternly, before turning toward the two security guards who maintained a vice like hold on the man. "You two, please escort our uninvited guest off the premises, before he makes... an even bigger scene than he already has."

With quiet nods, the two men did as they were told, beginning to force Trevor back even more before the man could respond to any of Clark's questions. Interestingly enough, whether despite or because of the tactical armor he was wearing, the man named Trevor might have looked to most like two low-rent guards should have been little matter to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to push through them.

"H-Hey, get off...!" He struggled in vain as he was practically carried off through gritted teeth, until eventually seeming to cease struggling for whatever reason, whether because he couldn't or because he chose not to in the end. "Fine... If that's how you want it. I see your game, doc, and if that's how you wanna play it, that's fine by me!"

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"Hold on, they can't just--" Peter began to exclaim, before stopping as he saw Fujiko shake her head.

"They literally can," the woman said drolly with a wide shrug.

As Trevor was forced toward the door, he peered over the two guards for one final word, looking straight at the group. "Just one thing! Things aren't what they seem! Please, just remem--" He yelled out, before the doors automatically closed in front of him.

"Don't know who that guy was supposed to be, but if you guys think he's a dead vet or something, well..." Fujiko gave a sidelong glance toward Flynn and Clark. "I hear if you say "orange" slowly enough, it sounds like gullible. Try it sometime. If nothing else, I'm surprised we didn't pull some sort of active shooter drill or something, with the get-up he had on," she breathed, remembering her days at work where she had to practice going through a hypothetical stick-up.

"I... guess that's true," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his head. "That obviously had to be a fake name, right? That's the only rational explanation..."

With Trevor's disruptive presence removed as swiftly as he had appeared, Staple cleared her throat, clasping her hands together. "I know things seem confusing right now, but I'm asking you all to just trust me, trust in the program," she said gravely, seamlessly signing her words as well for Michelle's convenience.

"This is a critical time so I was hoping to wait just a bit longer before springing all this on you, but... it's true. For the duration of your treatment, I had to restrict visitations, for your own sake. After all, do any of you even remember what you were all like before you came here? You were hardly in any state to have any grounded conversation with your families, and more than that, the treatment was so intensive, it required absolute focus. I couldn't abide by any distractions, after all," the woman began to explain at length.

Toward Sylvia's concerns about the appearance of Isaac, she sighed softly to catch her breath. "He wasn't part of the sign-ups, originally."

"What?" Fujiko blinked, not even sure why she found Staple's choice of words strange.

"I said, he wasn't part of the original roster. Mr. Clark came in a bit later than the rest of you, and by the time it happened, so deep was your therapy, Ms. Li, it would have been disruptive to introduce outside elements."

"Well, look, okay, slow down," Peter raised his arms. "This is a lot to digest. I'm not even sure how to feel about what I'm hearing... What about you guys?" He asked the rest of the group. "I feel like... Did I sign off to this? I guess we must have, right...?"

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Meanwhile, in the Activity Room with Erin alone by herself, she would be left undisturbed for several moments, until eventually, a faint yet distinct metallic creaking sound could be heard in the distance, down the hallway.

If she felt inclined to look toward the source of the sound, she would only just see a shadow creeping past the end of the hall, barely visible from the inside of the Activity Room. Whereas everyone else had run around to the left corner of the t-crossing, the shadow moved down the right side of the hall...

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"I don't think my brother would've even bothered with a visit." Hagusa replied almost automatically, eyeing Staple for a moment as she tried to explain to the group about why their family weren't allowed to visit them during their time with the Doctor, and why Sylvia didn't even know her own husband was alive and in the same building as her.

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"I was too deep in therapy to find out the truth? I....I don't get it, Doctor. You kept telling me i needed to get over him, and that he was dead, but this whole time he was alive? It seems, asinine! Isn't finding out like this worse?! How can I ever trust you!" And original roaster?! WHat the hell does that even mean!"

To say Sylvia was livid would be an understatement Almost shaking, she looked down, her eyes glaring at the floor before looking back up. Turning back to Issaac, then to the doctor, she shook her head. None of this made sense.

"I feel more confused than I got here, Doctor. I think I'd like to check myself and Issaac out. I don't care if you fail me. I've lost all trust in you, doctor. We're going back to Londan. We can get ourselves help there."

Sylvia's eyes then looked at Flynn, Clark, and the other. A deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I don't want to abandon you all. It's, I got Issaac back. Sure, he doesn't remember me, but I'm still his wife. He comes first."

Slyvia's eyes gazed at Flynn. I wave of guilt rushed over her. While they didn't talk much, there was a trust between them. She couldn't look him in the eyes. but she tried to speak.
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"I know that I gave you my word to trust me, But Issaac, that man. He is my husband. He was missing, and now? I found him. I'm good now, as good as I can get."




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Hagusa's gaze turned to Slyvia as she proceeded to call the doctor out, then speak to the rest of the group as tensions rose and it almost became overwhelming for even him.

Her choice of words, however, caused the young man's entire face to go blank for a second as he looked to her, grip on the handles of Elijah's wheelchair tightening as one word stuck out among the rest that came out her mouth.

Abandon...

They weren't close, Sylvia and him, but he was sure he just about hated that word. Looking away, Hagusa didn't say anything as Flynn moved to take his leave back the way the group came.

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"I feel more confused than I got here, Doctor. I think I'd like to check myself and Issaac out. I don't care if you fail me. I've lost all trust in you, doctor. We're going back to Londan. We can get ourselves help there."

Sylvia's eyes then looked at Flynn, Clark, and the other. A deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I don't want to abandon you all. It's, I got Issaac back. Sure, he doesn't remember me, but I'm still his wife. He comes first."

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"I don't blame you, Sylvia," Clark spoke up to the woman, "and I understand. Your loved ones come first. Speaking as such," his blue eyes shift to Doctor Staple, the glare returning. "I'd like to call my wife, Doctor Staple. Not only because I've lost trust, but you've also shattered the trust of the others."

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As the scene grew more and more hectic, Staple held up her hands defensively towards those who spoke toward her, as if verbally asking everyone to calm down, before looking toward the man named Trevor. "I think you've said enough, sir. You're confusing and upsetting my patients for one thing, and what's more, you're not even authorized to be here in the first place," she said to the man sternly, before turning toward the two security guards who maintained a vice like hold on the man. "You two, please escort our uninvited guest off the premises, before he makes... an even bigger scene than he already has."

With quiet nods, the two men did as they were told, beginning to force Trevor back even more before the man could respond to any of Clark's questions. Interestingly enough, whether despite or because of the tactical armor he was wearing, the man named Trevor might have looked to most like two low-rent guards should have been little matter to him, but for whatever reason, he couldn't bring himself to push through them.

"H-Hey, get off...!" He struggled in vain as he was practically carried off through gritted teeth, until eventually seeming to cease struggling for whatever reason, whether because he couldn't or because he chose not to in the end. "Fine... If that's how you want it. I see your game, doc, and if that's how you wanna play it, that's fine by me!"

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"Hold on, they can't just--" Peter began to exclaim, before stopping as he saw Fujiko shake her head.

"They literally can," the woman said drolly with a wide shrug.

As Trevor was forced toward the door, he peered over the two guards for one final word, looking straight at the group. "Just one thing! Things aren't what they seem! Please, just remem--" He yelled out, before the doors automatically closed in front of him.

"Don't know who that guy was supposed to be, but if you guys think he's a dead vet or something, well..." Fujiko gave a sidelong glance toward Flynn and Clark. "I hear if you say "orange" slowly enough, it sounds like gullible. Try it sometime. If nothing else, I'm surprised we didn't pull some sort of active shooter drill or something, with the get-up he had on," she breathed, remembering her days at work where she had to practice going through a hypothetical stick-up.

"I... guess that's true," Peter sighed, scratching the back of his head. "That obviously had to be a fake name, right? That's the only rational explanation..."

With Trevor's disruptive presence removed as swiftly as he had appeared, Staple cleared her throat, clasping her hands together. "I know things seem confusing right now, but I'm asking you all to just trust me, trust in the program," she said gravely, seamlessly signing her words as well for Michelle's convenience.

"This is a critical time so I was hoping to wait just a bit longer before springing all this on you, but... it's true. For the duration of your treatment, I had to restrict visitations, for your own sake. After all, do any of you even remember what you were all like before you came here? You were hardly in any state to have any grounded conversation with your families, and more than that, the treatment was so intensive, it required absolute focus. I couldn't abide by any distractions, after all," the woman began to explain at length.

Toward Sylvia's concerns about the appearance of Isaac, she sighed softly to catch her breath. "He wasn't part of the sign-ups, originally."

"What?" Fujiko blinked, not even sure why she found Staple's choice of words strange.

"I said, he wasn't part of the original roster. Mr. Clark came in a bit later than the rest of you, and by the time it happened, so deep was your therapy, Ms. Li, it would have been disruptive to introduce outside elements."

"Well, look, okay, slow down," Peter raised his arms. "This is a lot to digest. I'm not even sure how to feel about what I'm hearing... What about you guys?" He asked the rest of the group. "I feel like... Did I sign off to this? I guess we must have, right...?"

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Meanwhile, in the Activity Room with Erin alone by herself, she would be left undisturbed for several moments, until eventually, a faint yet distinct metallic creaking sound could be heard in the distance, down the hallway.

If she felt inclined to look toward the source of the sound, she would only just see a shadow creeping past the end of the hall, barely visible from the inside of the Activity Room. Whereas everyone else had run around to the left corner of the t-crossing, the shadow moved down the right side of the hall...

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Khada had been leaning on a wall with his arms crossed near the back of the group, contributing little to the conversation and simply observing the drama that unfolded before him. "Wasn't that just swell?" he commented idly to himself, evidently still suffering from a lack of inspiration. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink. There was clearly a copious amount of material to draw from here, but it was missing that spark. What spark? What was missing? Never before had he encountered such a creative block. It was driving him mad.

His struggle only worsened as Staple's and Trevor's words droned in his mind. Sign ups. Deep therapy. Yes, he did come here on his own accord, did he not? He needed to be famous. His talent was overflowing, and it had to be controlled so that people would pay attention to him. This program was supposed to set him on the path to success. To allow him to bloom, like a flower in the dawn.

But why did that sound so droll? Why did he have to conform to "normality" and change a natural part of his own character? Symmetry is so boring, a voice that sounded like his own whispered in his ear, causing him to recoil.

It all made sense now. The inspiration didn't lie in his surroundings. He needed to look within. He needed to draw himself. But he couldn't focus. "You're all quite noisy. I'll be excusing myself," Khada muttered as he swiftly exited the lobby.

The portrait had to be drawn using real materials; a digital mockery wouldn't cut it. His painting tools were in his room somewhere, but as he wandered the halls, he found himself unable to accurately remember where it was. He just couldn't get the image of himself out his head.

The marine winced as voices began to rise in the room, and without another word, he took off, starting back down the hallway towards the meeting room that they were in before, and hopefully from there, back to his room.

Realizing that he had been inadvertently trailing Flynn (at least back to the Activity Room), he instinctually slowed his steps to make less noise. Why did he care if he was noticed? He couldn't answer that. He simply felt that it was... true to his character. To observe from afar.​
 
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Chloe really did feel like a deer caught in headlights right about now. There was just so much to keep track of, and a lot of things confused her even more. She didn't recognize that man who said that they had to remember, and that things weren't as they seemed. She only ended up standing still in place as the others were unsure of what was going on, even with Dr. Staple's words of reassurance.

Actually... how long has it been since she was admitted here?

She vaguely remembered that her parents brought her to be treated for her delusions, but... it felt that was ages ago? Like her time spent here was completely unclear. She knew that she was just an average high school student about to graduate, but that was... all she could muster up.

❝ U-Um... if we're almost done with... our treatment here, Dr. Staple... May I... get a call with my parents? To tell them that I'm almost done, o-of course... it's been... a while since I last talked to them. ❞ She chimed in with a timid voice, feeling nervous.

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Restricted visitation? "How many times has my mom shouted at you to let her see me?" As feelings were running hot Michelle decided to use the tablet to get her attention. Not realizing she hadn't put down the sound.

And Michelle knew that she hadn't signed up on this on her own. It was her family that finally got her to agree to do this therapy and suddenly they couldn't even visit her? "Is the point of this treatment to stress out the patient and their close relatives?" She was glaring daggers at Dr. Staples. There weren't a lot of things that got Michelle upset, but messing with her family was high on that list.


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"Okay, settle down, please," Staple said, raising a hand defensively in response to the others for a brief moment, notably Sylvia and Michelle, before moving her hands once again to sign her words for Michelle's sake. "I understand your frustrations, but you must understand that we had the best intentions in mind. As for contacting your family..." She continued, before taking a soft breath.

"I'll do you all one better. So long as I can trust you are all fit to re-enter the real world, I'll see about discharging you all in no time, maybe as soon as tomorrow or the day after, and you'll be free to reunite with your family then, but in the meantime, you have to trust me," she went on with a steely gaze.

"Do we have an agreement?"

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As Erin investigated the hallway by herself, the creaking sound gradually grew louder and clearer as she grew closer to the shadow. Tapping and knocking noises also came into earshot, slow and meticulous, as though whoever was around the corner was looking, feeling around for something in particular.

And then, as she'd finally turn the right corner to see who was behind it all, it was none other than... Elijah himself.

Evidently, it seemed he had separated himself from the rest of the group, having slipped through the doors somehow and wheeled his way back. As Erin caught sight of him, he was... pushing and tapping against the walls with his hands for whatever reason, awkwardly and seemingly aimlessly. Eventually, he would take notice of Erin, and leaned back into his wheelchair, smiling wryly at the woman without any hint of shame or apprehension.

"Ah, Ms. Natick. Fancy meeting you here," he simply greeted. "No interest in our mystery intruder, I take it?"

Elijah posited, before raising a brow at two other newcomers that joined them as they were on their way back to the Activity Room.

As Flynn and Khada exited the lobby, they would come across Elijah, having evidently slipped away from the rest of the group, along with Erin, in the hallway.

"And a good day to the two of you as well," he said with a sly smile, putting his hands together.

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"Okay, settle down, please," Staple said, raising a hand defensively in response to the others for a brief moment, notably Sylvia and Michelle, before moving her hands once again to sign her words for Michelle's sake. "I understand your frustrations, but you must understand that we had the best intentions in mind. As for contacting your family..." She continued, before taking a soft breath.

"I'll do you all one better. So long as I can trust you are all fit to re-enter the real world, I'll see about discharging you all in no time, maybe as soon as tomorrow or the day after, and you'll be free to reunite with your family then, but in the meantime, you have to trust me," she went on with a steely gaze.

"Do we have an agreement?"

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Furrowing his brows as he listened to the doctor's words, the journalist felt many emotions spur inside of him. The main one was distrust, anger, and Trevor's words. Though his brief appearance in the Institute was strange, so was the earthquake and what the others described as a blackout during their first trek through the hallways. Clark can't really trust this woman, but she hasn't done anything that would warrant a negative reaction.

Taking a deep breath, his glare softening somewhat; the Kansas-Raised man adjusts his glasses once more. "Trust," he finally speaks, his attention focused on Doctor Staple. "Trust is a two-way streak, we can prove ourselves to be mentally fit to re-enter regular society. But, you have to prove to us that you aren't doing anything that would break that trust."

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"Okay, settle down, please," Staple said, raising a hand defensively in response to the others for a brief moment, notably Sylvia and Michelle, before moving her hands once again to sign her words for Michelle's sake. "I understand your frustrations, but you must understand that we had the best intentions in mind. As for contacting your family..." She continued, before taking a soft breath.

"I'll do you all one better. So long as I can trust you are all fit to re-enter the real world, I'll see about discharging you all in no time, maybe as soon as tomorrow or the day after, and you'll be free to reunite with your family then, but in the meantime, you have to trust me," she went on with a steely gaze.

"Do we have an agreement?"

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"Once again, Clark is right. I trusted you, Doctor. I don't know how I'll put this past me." A deep breath was taken as Sylvia eyed the doctor. While Sylvia wasn't sure what the Doctor did was ethical, the Doctor did help her. "I'm willing to give this a second chance."
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No that definitely didn't sound fine. [Sounds great.] She signed with a smile on her face. Michelle had lost any trust she had ever had for the good doctor. She wasn't acting suspicious or anything like that, but the way she seemed to eager to please everyone.

The way they had spoken about the group and suddenly they were ready to be discharged in a day or two? Something didn't add up. Instead of pushing any more buttons, Michelle decided to excuse herself and headed away from the lobby. Soon enough she spotted Elijah and the others. [Hi again, Elijah.] Michelle signed towards him before adding. [Or do you prefer Mr. Glass?]

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This was... ugh. To say it was a lot would be the understatement of the century. Though she'd been a little surprised by Elijah actually accepting her offer to bring him along, she had zero objections, only giving a small nod and a smile of relieved gratitude when Hagusa offered to push the wheelchair-bound man along. She normally would've been happy to do it herself, but given that she was still feeling a bit off her game, she was appreciative of the assist.

Wordlessly, she meandered along with the group, sticking close to Hagusa and Elijah. But the sight that awaited them was more than enough to pull her focus, and a confused frown overtook her as everything unfolded. What had that strange man meant by 'remembering'? Why were so many strange things happening in one day? She wanted to speak up and put out a few questions of her own, but found them dying in her throat when the doctor mentioned one little thing that managed to knock everything else out of focus. Dumbstruck, she started at Staple, fighting to keep her mouth from hanging open. "..We could be discharged that soon???" she asked before she could stop herself, feeling a sudden wave of excitement that momentarily beat out her strange funk. But, then...

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Is that really... true? Are we really all going to graduate at once?" That seemed a little odd, in her opinion, given how many of them there were. "And, more than that; what about...-"

The words trailed off, her green gaze wandering to where she'd thought she and Hagusa had brought Elijah. Except, he wasn't there. "...Elijah," she finished, much more uncertain. Confused, she looked around. "Where did he go? He was with us just a minute ago..."

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"Okay, settle down, please," Staple said, raising a hand defensively in response to the others for a brief moment, notably Sylvia and Michelle, before moving her hands once again to sign her words for Michelle's sake. "I understand your frustrations, but you must understand that we had the best intentions in mind. As for contacting your family..." She continued, before taking a soft breath.

"I'll do you all one better. So long as I can trust you are all fit to re-enter the real world, I'll see about discharging you all in no time, maybe as soon as tomorrow or the day after, and you'll be free to reunite with your family then, but in the meantime, you have to trust me," she went on with a steely gaze.

"Do we have an agreement?"

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As Erin investigated the hallway by herself, the creaking sound gradually grew louder and clearer as she grew closer to the shadow. Tapping and knocking noises also came into earshot, slow and meticulous, as though whoever was around the corner was looking, feeling around for something in particular.

And then, as she'd finally turn the right corner to see who was behind it all, it was none other than... Elijah himself.

Evidently, it seemed he had separated himself from the rest of the group, having slipped through the doors somehow and wheeled his way back. As Erin caught sight of him, he was... pushing and tapping against the walls with his hands for whatever reason, awkwardly and seemingly aimlessly. Eventually, he would take notice of Erin, and leaned back into his wheelchair, smiling wryly at the woman without any hint of shame or apprehension.

"Ah, Ms. Natick. Fancy meeting you here," he simply greeted. "No interest in our mystery intruder, I take it?"

Elijah posited, before raising a brow at two other newcomers that joined them as they were on their way back to the Activity Room.

As Flynn and Khada exited the lobby, they would come across Elijah, having evidently slipped away from the rest of the group, along with Erin, in the hallway.

"And a good day to the two of you as well," he said with a sly smile, putting his hands together.

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Reuniting with family...Hagusa crossed his arms and bit the inside of his cheek in thought to the point he could taste a hint of blood before focusing back into his location and those around him. Something about this all wasn't sitting right with him. After the earthquake and that weird soldier showing up, Dr. Staple seemed to being telling them what they seem to want to hear.

"If that's the case, then maybe you could help me find my sister and I can stay with her instead?" He asked, a small tinge of hopefulness in his voice despite wondering if she'd be quick to give him some form if reassurance on the matter just to appease him. No matter what the doctor had said to him before he wasn't forgiving Kouto for what he did, plus he'd much rather stay with his sister, his real one.

This was... ugh. To say it was a lot would be the understatement of the century. Though she'd been a little surprised by Elijah actually accepting her offer to bring him along, she had zero objections, only giving a small nod and a smile of relieved gratitude when Hagusa offered to push the wheelchair-bound man along. She normally would've been happy to do it herself, but given that she was still feeling a bit off her game, she was appreciative of the assist.

Wordlessly, she meandered along with the group, sticking close to Hagusa and Elijah. But the sight that awaited them was more than enough to pull her focus, and a confused frown overtook her as everything unfolded. What had that strange man meant by 'remembering'? Why were so many strange things happening in one day? She wanted to speak up and put out a few questions of her own, but found them dying in her throat when the doctor mentioned one little thing that managed to knock everything else out of focus. Dumbstruck, she started at Staple, fighting to keep her mouth from hanging open. "..We could be discharged that soon???" she asked before she could stop herself, feeling a sudden wave of excitement that momentarily beat out her strange funk. But, then...

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Is that really... true? Are we really all going to graduate at once?" That seemed a little odd, in her opinion, given how many of them there were. "And, more than that; what about...-"

The words trailed off, her green gaze wandering to where she'd thought she and Hagusa had brought Elijah. Except, he wasn't there. "...Elijah," she finished, much more uncertain. Confused, she looked around. "Where did he go? He was with us just a minute ago..."

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Hearing Takara mention Elijah, Hagusa took notice that the wheelchair bound man must of slipped away at some point during all the commotion. Oops.

"Ah, he might have left during all the noise." He muttered to the green haired woman, scratching the back of his head almost sheepishly as he did so. It was the only explanation that made sense to him, anyway. It wasn't like Elijah could disappear like a Magician in an act. Right?

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The words trailed off, her green gaze wandering to where she'd thought she and Hagusa had brought Elijah. Except, he wasn't there. "...Elijah," she finished, much more uncertain. Confused, she looked around. "Where did he go? He was with us just a minute ago..."

"Elijah," Clark's brows raised slightly, beginning to look around for the wheelchair-bound man. His blue irises shifts around the lobby, guessing that he wandered off during their talk with Trevor and then Staple. "He must've left," the Kansas-Raised man calmly says, though there was a tone of edge in his voice. It was a sign that the journalist was very cautious of the man, especially if his delusion was a supervillain.

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As Erin investigated the hallway by herself, the creaking sound gradually grew louder and clearer as she grew closer to the shadow. Tapping and knocking noises also came into earshot, slow and meticulous, as though whoever was around the corner was looking, feeling around for something in particular.

And then, as she'd finally turn the right corner to see who was behind it all, it was none other than... Elijah himself.

Evidently, it seemed he had separated himself from the rest of the group, having slipped through the doors somehow and wheeled his way back. As Erin caught sight of him, he was... pushing and tapping against the walls with his hands for whatever reason, awkwardly and seemingly aimlessly. Eventually, he would take notice of Erin, and leaned back into his wheelchair, smiling wryly at the woman without any hint of shame or apprehension.

"Ah, Ms. Natick. Fancy meeting you here," he simply greeted. "No interest in our mystery intruder, I take it?"

Elijah posited, before raising a brow at two other newcomers that joined them as they were on their way back to the Activity Room.

As Flynn and Khada exited the lobby, they would come across Elijah, having evidently slipped away from the rest of the group, along with Erin, in the hallway.

"And a good day to the two of you as well," he said with a sly smile, putting his hands together.
A silence filled the air as Khada slowly walked past Flynn, finally deciding to speak. His expression was tense, like he was trying to appear normal despite the passion brewing in his mind. "Would you happen to know where I could find some drawing instruments? And a canvas?" he asked, his eyes scanning the Activity Room.​
 
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"I'm glad we were able to reach an agreement," Staple simply said as the others seemed to relent, folding her arms reservedly. With that all said, it seemed that the matter had been put to rest, only for the others to notice yet another thing out of place in the lobby, particularly that of Elijah's sudden disappearance from the group.

"That's right, you did push him here earlier, didn't you, Takara, Hagusa? But how would he have... Did he lapse out of his catatonia when I wasn't looking again?" She asked with an exasperated breath, as though drolly aware of Elijah's avoidant attitude toward her.

"Sure did," Peter nodded curtly. "He couldn't have gone far though. I don't wanna know what he wants to pull under our noses."

"I wonder if Erin knows where he went. I know she... decided Mr. Trevor's sudden appearance here wasn't worth her time, so I guess she's still lounging around in the Activity Room," Fujiko speculated. "And there's the others that decided they saw enough already," she added as she gave a wide shrug, referring to the others that decided to leave as well.

"Ugh... Don't tell me you all wanna go look for that creepy old man. I mean, what could he possibly be capable of stuck to that dinky little wheelchair of his?" The woman sighed, brushing aside some stray hair behind her ear.

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As Michelle joined the fray, bumping into Elijah and the others in the hallway, the man greeted the other newcomer with a smile. He didn't vocally speak to the woman, instead signing back to her silently. [What's the difference? Mr. Glass may simply another name for Elijah Price, but it is still the same coin. Don't you agree, Makkari?] He asked, pointedly using her delusion name.

To Erin, he gave a wide shrug. "Well, if you must know, I was looking for... shall we say, a hidden passage? You know how it is with these old buildings. Probably bound to be a secret exit somewhere around here, don't you think?" He said, a soft, almost playful inflection in his words, not quite like how he'd spoken to most of the other patients.

Elijah gave a slight pause as Khada asked about where he might find some tools to draw with. The man quietly looked at him with a thoughtful expression; there was little telling what might have been going on in a mind like his, but before long, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I... might have an idea of where you could find some instruments," Elijah began to respond, but instead of elaborating, he instead shifted the topic a bit.

"Tell me, Mr. Jhin, what inspires your art? What kind of styles speak to you most? Surrealism, realistic?" He asked, before leaning in with an intent look. "I've always been a bigger fan of the pulpier stuff. Something stylish, yet maintaining wide appeal. Have you ever considered... drawing for comic books?"

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