Glen had thought about what he just did all night and he wasn't upset or ashamed of himself, he was proud, he had killed psychs the man who had tortured him for the first six years and used him for his acts as a venqroliquist dummy. He fell asleep that night with a satisfaction knowing that this man was gone. In the morning Tiffany got up, made breakfast and called the others down. Slowly, 1 by 1 they entered the dining room and sat at the table. Tiffany brought out their breakfast and they started eating. "So How did you guys sleep?" She asked. "Good" They all replied. "That's good," She said. "Hey Glen," Chucky said and Glen looked up at him, "I would like us to have some bonding time like the old days." Glen's eyes filled with horror as he remembered when he accidentally murdered the paparazzi during their bonding time, "no," He said. "C'mon son it will be fun," Chucky said. "I said NO I DO NOT WANT TO GO!" Glen said, he may not regret killing psychs but he had good reasons to do so, but all in all he hates killing, and with that he got up, cleared his plate and walked to his room. He spent hours staring at the ceiling, thinking, about everything from as far back as he can remember. There was a knock at the door, "who is it?" He asked. "It's me," Glenda replied.

"Come in," He said with slight hesitation. She opened up the door and walked over to his bed, "are you alright?" She asked. "I guess so," He replied. "Do you want to talk about it? I mean what happened last night and this morning?" "No it's alright," He said. "Well if you ever need to talk to me I'm here for you." Glenda said, Glen looked up at her and smiled, "I know," He said, "But really I would like to be alone for now." "Okay," She said and walked out of the room.