Mono had just run away from the school carrying Six in his arms. He had just rescued her from the clutches of the porcelain Parasites. The school a smoldering wreckage slowly being put out by the rain while the flesh surrounding was a charred black. Clearly dead Mono didn't give it much thought. He didn't give anything much thought other than getting his friend out of there. Friend… was it even right to call her friend anymore? He just confessed that he loved her after ripping that last monster a new one. For all he knew Six was only thanking him for rescuing him out of fear. Fear that maybe if she decided to turn away from him that would happen to her. He'd cross that bridge when he got there. For now? Six's injuries were the focal point of his feet carrying them elsewhere. Mono seriously considered going to the hospital alone just to try and find some medical supplies.

'No, I can't do that. If I venture in there alone there isn't a guarantee that I'll come back, and she'll die as a result. Even worse still the Tower may have already set up camp in there too. It knows every monster in there it'll be better to just set up camp, make sure Six is well rested, and ensure she's healed up a bit. Then we push through the hospital. Oh God that's going to be nightmare.'

Looking down at the shallow breathing girl in his hands he hurried his pace. When he found her, he was reminded of his nightmare. Heck the entire school reminded him of his nightmare. When the two monsters had lassoed him pulling him away from Six reminded Mono of being dragged through the void. Six's tied up broken battered body mirroring her reality of being tortured by that maniac. The Butcher's knife falling was paired up to when that Parasite was trying to kill Mono in the kitchen. One thing he didn't remember happening was when the Thin Man walked up behind Mono and snapped his neck. That gave him some pause because the Thin Man should have been dead. Because that WAS him. Before his consciousness was sent away that was his body. A body that should have been rendered useless when it was brain dead. And then a thought passed through his head that gave him true dread.

'What if that's how the Tower flesh is getting out? It's possessing the Thin Man and through him it's able to send its mass. Like how it corrupted the minds of the Pale City's citizens. Only now it's using its shapeshifting powers to physically corrupt them.'

An involuntary shudder passed through Mono as he neared the ravine dividing the street. The wooden bridge gone as it had been crushed by another fallen town building becoming the new bridge. Setting Six down gently he went to access the roof hatch. Opening it he checked for any hazardous materials such as broken glass that would or could interrupt their journey onward. Seeing none he carefully picked up Six again. Only this time she reached her hands around the back of his neck and faintly whispered.

"Please don't leave me again."

Mono stoic-faced continued through the wreckage of the building. Furniture had been thrown violently and to Mono's satisfaction a shattered TV that had landed right on top of a Viewer. Walking through the floors the rain had caught up to the two of them. The rain pattering upon the glass windows still attached to their frames. Mono using a drainpipe finally clambered out of the building bridge. Not looking back Mono took Six up into a familiar room. A room filled with luggage and suitcases. There it was laying as it had been forgotten, Six's jacket. Gently laying Six down on a suitcase he took a quick look around just to make sure the area was secure.

"I won't be gone long." He whispered to her patting the side of his head.

Climbing up the suitcases he looked outside the fence and to his relief, nothing. He couldn't see any vengeful Parasites coming after them, no TVs so the Tower couldn't see or watch them, and by that extension no viewers were in a mad state around them. Climbing back down Mono finally went over to check on Six.

Her breathing had calmed down from the panicked hard gulps of air she was taking when he first found him. The bruises from earlier were already starting to fade a little bit. The scratches were a different story. Mono once turning Six over onto her stomach started to lift the shirt up again.

"Sorry Six it won't be long."

The wound on her back, the brand the Parasite carved into her, the accursed eye staring right back at him as blood slowly dripped out of the wound. Mono took his trench coat off her, not caring as he tossed it away. His mind going over to one of the suitcases he popped the lid open. Several clothes and assorted jewel lay inside. Not interested in the regalia he grabbed shirt and planted his foot holding it to the ground. He tore off a couple of shreds and began wrapping them around Six's lower torso covering up the wound.

"There that should give it time for her blood to clot up and keep the blood in."

Assured of that Mono then began making a shelter. He took a quick inventory of what he had left.

'So, I've got the chains from the cafeteria fight, the matchbox, and…' He went through his trench coat that lay on the floor, 'one other fishhook, all the way from the Hunter's cabin.

Mulling over it he eyed the suitcases including the one he already popped up and had a brilliant idea. He started by emptying the clothes from all other suitcases. With some effort he pulled the suitcases so they would stand up in a line. Grabbing the chains, he tied it in between the handles of the suitcases so they'd stay close together and used the fishhook to ensure they wouldn't separate by any means. He then grabbed some of the clothes from the pile and spread them out all over the floor creating a comfortable cushion. He picked up Six and brought her inside the makeshift shelter. Grabbing her yellow raincoat off the floor and used it to blanket her body. He then took one of the other open suitcases and placed it outside of the shelter filling it with a small amount clothes. Mono struck a match and then placed it into the metal suitcase effectively creating a firepit.

Satisfied with his work he took a seat on one of the closed suitcases and watched the fire. Feeling warmth and comfort from it like he had when he and Six had that small meal. Also feeling bolstered by it when he had fought all those Parasites in the cafeteria. Especially those times when he managed to get his powers to work without a hitch.

'Wait a minute.'

Humoring his thoughts, he held up one of his hands towards a small can that lay on the floor. He tried to focus the energy like he did when he attacked the Tower infested creatures. But no matter how much he tried he couldn't get the static to form like it did earlier. Shrugging his focus returned to the fire.

He frankly did not enjoy using his power. Granted it did feel good when Mono had finally taken down the Thin Man. But it wasn't him more like it felt alien to him. The only reason he accepted using his power like that was out of desperation. Desperation to save himself from dying and to save Six from the horrors of the school.

He was taken out of his thoughts when he felt two arms wrap around him from behind. He tensed slightly until he heard Six say, "Thank You Mono."

He turned to see Six in her true colors. Wearing that spectacular yellow raincoat with its hood up but he could see her smiling warmly towards him. She was a little hunched over due to her small injuries but recovering quite quickly.

"How are you feeling Six?" as he moved over for her to take a seat over by the fire.

"Aside from the pain in my everywhere. I'm fine" She made a small crack to her injuries and the smile faded from his face.

Mono got up and started walking away. Six looked up in concern, "Mono what's wrong?"

He turned to face her, "How can you honestly stand to be around me right now? After what I did. You can't tell me I scared you when I suddenly barged into the room and pounded that thing into dust."

Mono looked lost and afraid, keeping his distance away from Six as if worried he might blow her away.

Taking a chance Six walked up to Mono. Taking his hands in hers she looked them over. His hands were bruised and calloused from all the work he had done to find and save her. To put this shelter so that they could feel safe for a little bit.

"Mono look at me please." He looked back to face Six as she smiled back at him. "Nothing you could ever do would make me afraid of you and do you know why?" Mono looking a little confused shook his head no.

She giggled a small bit, "Well its mainly because of what you had told me when you rescued. It filled me with because in truth Mono I feel the same way about you. When I had dropped you out of fear it had put two holes in me. One a void in my stomach that could never be satisfied and one in my heart leaving cold to the world." She inched closer to Mono, "You are my source of warmth Mono. You complete me in a way that no one else ever could. I wasn't lying when I said I would go on this journey with you. Heck I'd go to the ends of the Earth as long as it was with you."

Mono calmed down and inched closer raising his hands to Six's hood. Gently pulling it down revealing her face. The light reflecting in her eyes creating a dazzling effect as they both got closer and closer. Until their faces embraced in a kiss holding it there for a couple of seconds.

Six smiling started to pull Mono back towards the tent so that they both could rest up before they had to continue their harrowing journey.

Far off in the center of the city the Tower had slowly been losing its signal. The light ever shining up above was starting to dwindle. Having lost that incredible amount of flesh thanks to the boy's arson around the Tower began to feel rage at its own failures. It LOATHED itself after the way it reacted to the boy as it charged him and killed the mastermind of those Parasites. It was slowly dying; time was catching up to the Tower and it showed. Ever slowly small cracks began to form up the Tower's exterior. It needed the Boy and fast but first it needed to crush his spirit. It remembered that the two of them had formed a relationship. It supposed it made sense in a way. Their adult minds had transferred both their memories and feelings towards one another from the last cycle. With a sadistic thought the Tower hatched up a desperate plan. Calling upon its servant it turned its attention.

'YOU wIll bE mInE BOY'

In the Hospital the Doctor was fleeing from an unseen force. It had scratched him twice trying to get a grasp of him. Blood already dripping down his back onto the creature below. The Doctor hugging the ceiling as his life depended on it. Doing so he remembered why he even took to the ceiling in the first place.

At the beginning of his career, he always had patients wishing to improve themselves. Always wanting to be as perfect as the people on the TV screen. At the time he was always such a helpful man and did his best to improve them to the point where they asked for new arms in place of disfigured limbs from defects or injuries. The demands kept stacking higher and higher to the point he was the only Doctor left. To the point to where the demands just dragged further into depression and insanity. Solitude was his only friend and anyone who dared enter the hospital again was murdered and added to the menagerie of "Perfection."

As he held onto the he felt something else pull him down. A hand but it did not feel like flesh or wood. Crashing down into the ground the Doctor quickly looked up to see his captor. His eye widened in fear as he saw the silhouette of a very tall, very thin man. Looking down he understood why the man's hand felt like it did. It was bone held together only by a couple of tendons. The Doctor then saw the being behind it. A massive hill of flesh and eyeballs looking down and around the Doctor. The Doctor shied away into a corner trying to get away from these two demons as much as possible.

The Thin Man reached down its hands glowing an angry red thrusting toward the scratches made earlier on the Doctor's chest. The Doctor then felt an incredible amount of pain like something had opened him up. It didn't matter the Doctor didn't feel much of anything else as the mass crawled into his torso absorbing anything it felt didn't matter overall. The Doctor's body laid there for before a horrible cracking sound could be heard.

Raising its head, the Cadaver simply got up with small effort and walked over to a workstation. It watched as the Thin Man placed a small doll on the table and gestured towards it. The Cadaver went immediately to work.

Creating Perfection.