The Ward's reception desk left much to be desired, white tiled floors, white painted walls, white celling, too much white. The room practically shone from the amount of white, making it difficult to see.

Service at the front desk was also unsatisfactory, it was fifteen minutes before someone finally appeared to assist him and she didn't seem to understand that he had a permit to inspect the Ward.

"There's no inspection scheduled." She told him.

Spears ground his teeth in frustration, he hated idiots like her. "I am well aware there is no inspection scheduled, if it were scheduled that would defeat the purpose of a surprise inspection."

She stared at him blankly, clearly not understanding a word that came out of his mouth. Honestly, do people enjoy being stupid? They must, since that was the only conclusion Spears could make from his interaction with people.

"Since you clearly do not understand why don't you go find someone in charge, although I doubt they will be of much use either." Spears growled.

"Urm . . .What?"

"Your superior! The person that runs this disgraceful place! I wish to speak with them!" He snarled at her.

The woman stepped back a few paces in surprise. Regaining her composer, she glared at Spears.

"Alright, alright! Sheesh, you'd think he was the king of the world acting like that, why I outa . . ." she grumbled as she head off, hopefully in search of someone in the position of power, or at least with more brains.

With an exasperated sigh, Spears took a seat on one of the white chairs (how they stayed so clean he would never know) to wait. Ten minutes later the receptionist returned followed by a brown-haired man in a doctor's coat. He stood up as the man approached.

"Mr. Spears I presume? I'm Dr. Horuce, the head doctor of the Ward."

Spears smiled, looking more like a grimace, as he shook Dr. Horuce's hand.

"Shall we take this discussion to the privacy of my office?"

"Yes, that would be wise."

At least Dr. Horuce's office wasn't white; instead wall where a shade of golden brown, deigned to sooth stressed parents.

"Shall we get down to business?" Spears began. He reached into his brief case for the papers authorizing his inspection.

"Yes, I'm afraid I don't quite understand why you are here."

"It's quite simply really; your operation has come under the notice of several powerful individuals who are concerned about how the ward is being run."

"Individuals? What individuals? I can assure you we are quite by the book here." the doctor spluttered.

Pushing up his glasses Spears gave Dr. Hource a long hard look. Dr. Hource paled under the intensity of glare.

"I am afraid I am not at liberty to disclose my sponsor, you understand. And as for the running of this ward, it remains to be seen if it will fit the standards." Spears remarked coolly.

"Y-yes, yes of course . . ."

With a sharp nodded, Spears stood. "Now that you understand, I believe that enough chit-chat. I would like to tour you facilities."

"I'll find someone to give you tour . . ."

Spears waved him aside impatiently, "That will not be necessary. A dunderhead following me around telling me the history of every rock in this place is hardly helpful."

And with that scornful comment ringing in the air Spears left the room, leaving behind a very baffled doctor.

The first thing Spears made note of in his book was that another color besides white would be beneficial to the visitors, patients and doctors alike. He then visited the dining hall since, according to the schedule he procured, it was lunch time. The food looked decent enough for a ward, however, very few patients where in the room eating lunch. Instead the doctors, nurses and orderlies filled the room.

Checking the schedule again he saw that he was not mistaken.

Jotting down another note he then moved deep into the patient's room area. From room to room he traveled, peering into each, checking for his quarry and making note of the state of the occupants in the rooms. None were in good shape, in fact most were insensible. Spear's examined the "treatment room" noting the barbaric forms of "treatment" used.

Finally Spears came across a door with the patient name Yugi Motou on a placard next to the door. Looking in through the small window on the door he saw a boy, head lulled back against the wall, arms strapped to his chest in a strait jacket. His amethyst eyes were dull, and his hair lack lustered, but he matched the photo Mr. Kaiba had given him.

Pushing his glasses back up, Spears made one more note then turned to leave. He had all the information he needed.

Author's note:

First I want to ask if anyone knows about SOPA (stop online piracy act) and PIPA (Protect IP act) which are legislations that are attempting to go through the U.S.A congress. Any info on how this will affect if it is passed?

Seconded, thank you to all who have stuck with me this far, there will probably only be one or two more chapters and an epilogue after this. Thank you so much to all that have reviewed and I hope you will continue to do so.

Brownie points to, .assasin, and Shadow on The Full Moon for knowing that William T. Spears is from Black Butler!

until next time,

Zx14ninja