-1"My parents are dead and my brother is gone. It wasn't a crime, it wasn't an accident, it just happened and I don't know any details, but here I am impatiently waiting for someone one to speak up. The impending news was given to me as gently as a person would hand a glass figurine to a small child; still though my heart shattered just like that figurine might have if the child dropped it. Here I am, lifeless as the cot beneath me; brown, rough and dull, waiting for an eternity and then some. I wish I knew what the hell I was waiting for. With nothing left besides these stark white walls and this pathetic attempt at a bed in this labyrinth of a building my parents once claimed was no home sweet home, but never the less a home where the hell am I suppose to go now. It didn't make any sense to me, I would have been okay with staying with Dodgett, but he couldn't spare the room for me and Reyes at the same time. Something about keeping my mind pure and innocent. Like I'd care if he had sex with her; it's not as if I didn't already know they were doing the deed. Given the reputation of my folks, people should assume correctly that my mind has been corrupted since infancy. Dad was never coy and mom wasn't much of a sugar coater either. They stood on principles of truth, and as crazy as they appeared at times they always ended up being right or their actions duly justified. They had seen strange phenomenon and had been even stranger places. They passed on experiences that'll have us, well just me now in therapy for years to come. However, we're normal; a bit strange, weird and maybe creepy at times, but still it was our kind of normal".