Back with Sam and Brigitte

Sam and Brigitte returned to where they embarked on their journey together. Brigitte didn't like being back there. "So after we leave happier times and get the alternative, where are we going next?" Brigitte asked.

"Where we were going in the first place. Before we were detoured. I have another greenhouse that's not too far from where we're going next. We can crash there for a while and figure out what to do from then on." he told her.

"So what are we going to be doing there in the meantime?" Brigitte asked again.

"I have to cultivate some more black orchid Vampira. Not to mention that we still have some live were-leeches back there. We're going to make some more serum. Hopefully in the future we can come closer to the cure or even better the actual the cure." he answered.

Drew, who was sitting in the back with a crying Bridget, walked toward the front of the RV to ask a question. "Is there a reason for us coming all the way back here? I thought you were supposed to be finding some kind of solution to this Lycan thing."

"We are." Brigitte told him. "But I have some place to go before we go too far away."

"And what is 'this place'." he asked again.

"Some place called Happier Times Care Center." Sam reimbursed.

"Happier Times Clinic? What is that?" Drew asked with his brows furled.

Brigitte answered his question. "It's a prison that'll kill you after the first week." she detested the memories of being there.

"You're not serious are you?" Drew asked seriously.

"Of course I'm serious." she told him.

"If you are, then why are we going back there?" he asked timidly, not wanting to die.

"I left my things behind and I have to go and get them back." she told him.

"If your things are clothes, then they can be replaced right? You don't have to go all the way back there just for clothes." he tried to talk her out of it.

"The things I left behind are not replaceable. The only pictures I had left of me and my sister are there and I'm not leaving them behind."

Drew sat down and calmed himself. "Well, If you're going back for that reason, I commend you."

"Thanks." she ended.

Sam wasn't really paying attention to what they were talking about. He was just hoping he would be able to get back on track really soon.

Later on that night

The group made it to the dreadful Happier Times Clinic. Brigitte thought it looked just as dreadful on the outside than on the inside. She knew she was going to be faced with a sleuth of questions once she walked in there. "Are you sure you want to go inside?" Sam asked Brigitte.

"Yes." she said getting out of the RV.

"You have to remember that you weren't exactly released and they can put you in there again." he warned.

"Not if all of you are with me. Especially you, doctor." she told Sam.

"Doctor?" he repeated in question.

"You have a licensed medical card. Just tell them you found me lying out somewhere and you made me a patient or something." she told him.

"A patient where? I may have a medical card Brigitte but I work for self." he said getting out of the RV and walking to where she was. Bridget and Drew followed.

Brigitte continued to speak. "Alright then, just say you used to treat me and then you retired early because you wanted to pursue something else. Say that my mom hired you to be some kind of orderly and I ran away and wound up here or something." she told him.

"And if that doesn't work?" Sam hoped she had a plan B.

"Then I sneak in and get my things back anyway. The only problem is, I don't know where they might have put them. I could get caught trying to get my things back but it's worth a shot." she told him.

Drew butted into the conversation. "You know Fitzgerald, if you need your things stolen back for you, you can count on me." Drew assured her.

"Thanks, but no thanks. You wouldn't have an excuse for being here because this is an all girls clinic." she told him.

Bridget spoke next. "An all girls clinic sounds like hell to me."

"Believe me it is hell. That's probably why the second part of the building burned down." Brigitte answered.

Upon reaching the front doors of the clinic, Sam stopped Brigitte from going any further. "Before we go in here, we need to figure out how to do this."

"We're just going to have to play it by ear." Brigitte told him.

Out of the blue, Bridget came up with an idea. "You know, when people lose their things at the motel, we put them in a lost and found room. If no one comes back to retrieve them in the first month, we throw the belongings out.

If you left here before a month went by, there might be a slight chance that they'll still have them waiting for anyone to pick them up. It doesn't matter who the person is. Maybe Sam can tell them that he's your brother or something like that and get your clothes back from you. I heard they only give access to relatives at places like this."

Drew, Brigitte and Sam thought it over. "Well that sounds better than the previous ideas." Sam admitted.

Bridget continued. "Just tell them that Brigitte went missing from home and you tracked her down this far. I'm sure they'll give you her things." she hoped.

"The only issue on our hands is that I'm not Brigitte's brother. My last name is McDonald not Fitzgerald."

"Then say you're cousins. You don't have to have the same last names to be cousins." she knew from the fact she and Heather were cousins with different last names.

Drew added his say. "That does seem more believable."

Sam and Brigitte agreed. "I guess I'll wait for you guys to come back out then right?" Brigitte told them.

"I'll wait out here with you if you want me to." Bridget told her.

"Or maybe Sam can stay here and I'll go." Drew told Brigitte.

Bridget looked at Drew. "Sam can't stay out here. He has to be the one to do it because he knows more about Brigitte than we do. They may ask some personal questions that we don't know the answers to."

"Oh, I guess I didn't think about that." Drew said sheepishly.

Sam was getting impatient. "It doesn't matter who stays out here. We need to get in and get out and be gone. This place is already making me sick from the smell." he admonished. "Better yet, both of you stay out here with Brigitte, I'm going in alone." he went inside without another word.

Bridget and Drew followed orders from Sam and sat with Brigitte. "So how long have you been here in this dump?" Bridget asked.

"Two minutes is long enough for me." Brigitte replied dull.

Drew asked the next question. "Were you able to make any friends here?" he smiled.

Brigitte lowered her head and curled her lips. "Something like that." she said low.

"Yeah," drew started excited. "is she still in there?"

"She's dead." she said with a more audible pitch.

Drew raised his brows in surprise. "I'm guessing the wolf, well, werewolf had something to do with it." he summed.

She nodded her head. Bridget spoke after Drew. "Seems like those wolves take the most precious person away from you. Be it a friend or a close relative." she spoke solemn.

"That's exactly why Sam and I try so hard to find a way out of this. And we'll do everything we can to keep the same thing happening from the both of you as well. There were times when I wanted to commit suicide. Ironically, I was here when I thought about doing it.

But I had to find strength. I had to believe that I could overcome it. I guess I can say it's true when they say winter is a season of miracles." Brigitte told Drew and Bridget. They listened and empathized with her. They weren't looking forward to transforming either.

"So what can Bridget and I do to help you and Sam?" Drew asked.

"The best thing you can do right now is avoid infecting any one else. Even if you so much as scratch someone they'll become infected. You might have to stay away from society and overly populated areas if you can help it." Brigitte replied.

Bridget was next to ask, "How long do you think it will take for you and Sam to find a cure for me and Drew?"

"I don't know. Even if it takes us a lifetime to figure it out, believe me when I say we're not going to give up on you, Drew, or anyone else if we can help it. This curse can ruin lives beyond repair." she answered her with a few of her own opinions.

"I wouldn't exactly say that's true." Drew cut into the conversation. "You and Sam managed to overcome a lot of things. I remember you telling me that it took at least a month to turn. You and Sam lasted four years. Not to mention you and Sam still have a life ahead of you. I'm pretty sure the future is much brighter for you this time." He said with empathy.

Brigitte displayed a small smile, which she did a lot lately since meeting Sam again. "When did you get so grown up?" she said with a hint of felicity.

Drew smiled bashfully. Before he could say anything else, Sam walked out of the door with a black plastic bag in his left hand. Brigitte was happy he managed to get her stuff back for her, but his expression is what concerned her most of all. "What happened?" She asked.

"If someone wants to see hell earlier than death then I would definitely recommend this shit hole." he said harsh.

Drew heard what Sam and and responded. "I take it that it wasn't pleasant in there." he started.

Instead of answering Drew's inquisition, Sam turned his head to Brigitte. "How in the hell did you stay in there without committing suicide? This place is a fucking functioning grave site." he said with disgust as they all walked back to the RV.

"Believe me, I was this close to doing myself." she held her index finger not even a centimeter over her thumb.

"And what made you stop?" Sam asked again.

"I had to keep believing that I could overcome my problems. If I didn't have that much left in me, I don't think you would have ran into me again." she said now happier than ever that she chose to stay alive.

Sam shrugged just thinking about what it would be like in there. "If I was stuck in there for two minutes, I think I would have hung myself and left a note telling them to bury me far away from here. The term 'happier times' shouldn't even be affiliated with this mess." Sam stressed his opinion some more.

Drew butted in again, "Was it that dreadful?"

"Oh yeah." Brigitte answered his question with certainty. She then finished talking to Sam. "So what was it about the place that got you so turned off?" She smirked, wondering if it was going to be the same thing she thought when she first woke up there.

"For one," Sam started, "They're keeping people in there like they're guinea pigs; it doesn't smell too good in there; I hate the aura, it's nauseating; there's hardly any kind of light in there, and worst of all, it's crowded with too many people that live by the book." he told her plain and simple.

"Those are exactly some of the reasons I hated being in there. Not to mention they don't let you out of your room until they felt like letting you out." she grimaced with displeasure.

Sam started the RV while Drew and Bridget settled in the back. Brigitte was going through the bag to make sure all of her things were intact. She didn't exactly see what she was grabbing, but she felt and recognized her journal.

She pulled it out of the bag and opened it. It was the records of all of her cuts and healing rates. She rubbed her fingers down the page slowly. At the bottom, there was an empty entry. She took a moment to think of what she would put down. "Let's get out of here." she said, nothing coming to mind at that time.