Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short, but I've got the last days of my Psyhology class and the end of summer break to be concerned about. Besides, I can't be on here all the time. (It leaves no time for other things in life.) I hope you understand.
-Voltalia
Meanwhile, back at Superjail, Mistress Minor was still looking for her children Gustus and Lyta. She thought it hard to believe that those kids would run off without her knowledge. She roamed around until she heard a little girl cry out, "Mommy! Something's wrong with Finn!"
Right away, Mistress Minor could tell that it was her daughter. She ran to the source of the cry: a freakishly-strong titanium door that led to a small concrete room. What she saw shocked her: Lyta and Gustus had chained up Finn, who seemed more spaced out than ever and was struggling violently to break out.
"He tried to attack Lyta, Mom." Gustus said. "Just look at her. She's crying." He pointed to his kid sister, who was indeed wailing and shedding tears.
Mistress Minor diverted her attention from her son and focused on her brother.
"Finn, why did you try to attack Lyta?" Mistress Minor asked softly out of concern. "Are you losing your mind?"
"Help me, Maggie!" Finn cried. "Take me home!"
"Finn, you are home. Now please calm down."
"The light. You must take me to it. Please take me to it!"
"The light? As in...? No, no, no! I'm not helping you take your own life!"
"You have to take me to the light! There's still time!"
"Again, I'm not helping you go to the 'light.' I don't want to help you do it."
"It's coming, Maggie! Don't you get it? The light's coming! And it's coming for the hole!"
"I don't want to talk about cumming lights anymore, Finn. Stop this now!"
Suddenly, Finn leaned himself against his sister and pressed his chin between her cleavage.
"Remember, Marguerite." he said. "Remember, remember, remember..."
"Kids, we may have to get Finn some psychiatric help." Mistress Minor reluctantly said. "Clearly, these are dangerous waters we're treading on."
