Still only own Rowan, Dwayne and Jasper. So where are my reviews? I'm trying to end this sometime soon so I can start my new story, which'll be called "Like a Child". First person to respond will get a special treat! "Rowan, we need to talk," said Dwayne. "Really? How interesting. Can we do that later? I have to go and commit suicide." "Funny. Strange how you pick the topic we wish to talk about," said Peter in a monotone, bored voice. "We've decided to put you on medication for your depression," said Sophie, cutting right to the chase. "Isn't that against your guys' rules?" "We're already letting you take sleeping pills. It's just.. Group isn't working, shuns isn't working, and maybe this will. But we don't want you to become dependant or anything," said Dwayne softly. "What do you have to say Jasper?" Rowan asked the man who sat silent. "They said you're becoming increasingly dead- oriented and read the files the hospital psychologist left. So I say go for it. But we've decide it's up to you." "Fine. It's not like the happy songs and woodland animals and fresh air are doing all that much. Why not throw in meds too. What'll I be taking?" "We're gonna start you on a Prozac like drug and see what happens," said Sophie. "So basically let's play experiment with Rowan's depression?" "Yeah, something like that." Peter tried to catch Rowan's eye. "When do I start?" "How about now?" said Dwayne. "Here- you'll tale 2 a day, in the morning, before breakfast. Swallow up." Rowan tossed the pills to the back of his throat and swallowed. It felt like old times.