~*Epilogue*~ - The Last Candlelit Cell

                London had not changed much…that was very certain. And neither had the Londoners' atrocious ways of treating their insane. True, they were more humane than those in New York, but that wasn't saying much. Instead of dank corridors and tiny cells, there were experiments and doctors who tried inhumane tricks to try to cause mental illness to flee.

                Down the long corridor of London's premier asylum, past the cells of screaming patients, there lies a cell, one at the far end of the corridor from which nothing but the flicker of candlelight. The patient had once been a kind and caring doctor; he had family and dear friends; he was a young doctor who had much promise in his future. He had traveled to New York City once; but something had happened to him while he was there; something that had devastated his mind beyond repair. No one knew what really happened, all they knew was that two police investigators, Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton, had found him screaming like a madman while holding the mutilated, bloodstained body of one Duo Maxwell. His name was Doctor Quatre Winner.

                Now, he sits in his cell, his arms chained to the stonewall behind him, making sure that he doesn't attack any passing nurses. He remains silent, staring straight ahead with a grim look on his face. Long dried blood cakes his fair hair and eyebrows, and is smeared all over his arms and legs.  His marine eyes have lost their shimmer; and he only thinks of the things that once kept him sane…and the one simple statement that will never leave him; always haunt him…

                "Ye're one of us, aren't ye?"

~*Owari*~