Epilogue
The Keeper shrugged and looked at a still figure lying on the bed. "Who knows when he'll wake up."
"Thank you, Doctor." The Official nodded to her and left.
Hobbes got up from his chair. "If I had only stopped him from going in." He muttered.
"It was his decision. He wanted to go in. you couldn't stop him if you wanted to." She assured him. Hobbes was not convinced.
"I wonder what he's thinking." She frowned.
"Probably about how to beat us all with a stick for looking through his stuff." Hobbes said with a small smile. He nodded silently as if in a gesture of closure and walked out of the room. The Keeper smiled sadly and made a few notes on a clipboard. She put it back in it's slot and left the room.
On the bed, Darien Fawkes drifted in his comatose abyss, his body still and quiet.