You guys here actually get this chapter a few days before AO3 does for the sake of publicity When I posted chapter 2 on there, it immediately got buried because someone else updated their story the same freaking day and I'm not letting that happen again.


Bare feet stomped on a pale white floor. The owner paced like a caged lion, a lion who didn't even get to have his own cage, one getting claustrophobic and twitchy. He was stuck with two dozen others, some he liked, most he didn't.

The only thing keeping him sane was the company of those who he considered friends, but they were in the minority. Most of the others hated his guts or wanted nothing to do with them. It was a sentiment he returned and would continue to do so for as long as their wretched ways remained and then some.

For a moment he paused in his pacing, coming to a stop next to his bed and beginning to sink into his own mind. He stopped paying attention to his surroundings, not even focusing on whatever his eyes were aimed at. Instead, he was deep in his own memories, reflecting over good and bad past events. He paid special attention to the ways they had influenced his mind, his character.

For a second, he wondered if he was who he was supposed to be. Was he not meant to live the way he did? Was his real purpose something else?

He dismissed that final thought. No, he was built and designed for the dangerous work, the type that only those desperate or brave enough were willing to do. The difference between those who were desperate and those who were brave was simple. The brave did it because they knew it had to be done. Society wouldn't be able to function if it wasn't done.

The vast and amazing world humanity had built required a Herculean amount of effort to maintain and expand upon. Tens of millions of men did it every day without any appreciation, walking underneath the streets in the sewers, collecting trash, growing crops, and raising buildings both big and small from the ground up.

Sometimes they'd even march into the darkness of the underground to mine fuel so the machines that generated electricity wouldn't grind to a halt. He was one of those men, someone who had been a simple miner who raised a pickaxe or manned drilling equipment to unveil the coal and iron ore of the earth.

Despite the pride he took in the physical labor, it was disgraceful he'd never been promoted past that a job when he should have been co-managing the entire mining operation. His father owned the entire business after all, but no. His father had personally seen to it that he still worked alongside those that both of them had once considered maggots.

Now, Evan Macmillan wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to call the workers maggots again. His father Archie would, but it had taken going through hell, and meeting a woman he was convinced had been sent by God, for him to realize he wasn't his father.

Was that what it all was? Was The Entity, the anguish, the suffering, the humanization of the survivors, and finally falling in love, meant to be a lesson?

Evan had heard similar stories, people saying they'd gotten through a figurative or literal hell, only to come out stronger and more at peace than they'd ever been in the end. Was he meant to go through the same journey? To suffer through The Entity and meet Megan all so he would improve as a human being?

It seemed like that would be the case, though it felt...incomplete. It almost felt like that there was something missing from that, like he was meant for more. He didn't know what more he was meant for. Though, if he was meant for more, he knew he had a long way to go, because even he knew he still needed to better himself.

He had to become a better man for himself, and a better man for Megan, someone she could be proud to call her lover.

"Evan, your legs will give out if you keep pacing like that." An amused voice called from off to his side. Evan was drawn from his subconscious, his eyes regaining their focus as he turned his head to look at the owner of the voice. The man who had spoken had very dark skin. He was tall, somewhat lanky, his head was shaved, and he had a smile on his face.

It was rare to see Phillip without a smile, even in bad situations. His care free sense of humor was hard to not be amused by, even now.

"That's rich coming from you chicken legs." Evan said. Phillip was around his height, nearly seven foot, and his shoulders were almost as broad. Despite that, he was very thin for his size, and had very lanky, slightly disproportionate legs to his upper body.

"So sorry we all couldn't be born with the figure of a timber log." He snarked back from their group of friends. Max, Sally, Susie, and Joey were all lounging in a loose ring. Susie and Joey were on the floor, as their chosen beds weren't close enough. Sally sat on her bed, her legs dangling over the side and swinging almost childishly. Phillip was on his own bed, and so was Max.

Evan walked over and sat down at the foot of his bed. They were all the same white color with only somewhat comfortable mattresses. Everything there was white, the clothes they were given, the beds, the rooms. At the very least, he wasn't in his old grungy overalls and didn't have any hooks in his shoulder.

Idly he brought a hand up to rub his right shoulder, feeling the puncture free skin and putting pressure on the muscle without agony following right after. It was wondrous to not be in agony every waking moment. He still felt phantom pain, tingling in the spots the hooks had been buried in his shoulder, but they were shallow.

He was raised to be strong. He would not let such little pricks in his shoulder bother him, especially when they were a fraction of what he'd once felt.

Phillip looked at him in concern. Unlike most of the others, Phillip was never scarred within The Entity's realm. The only wound he had was the burn scar on his face, and that wasn't fake like Evan's or the other's wounds. His face still had the burnt marks on it, but The Nigerian couldn't seem to care.

However, he was concerned for his friends. That was something Evan was sure about, because he wasn't the only one. Sally was swinging her feet now, but often times they would see her stumble while walking or cradling her calves when sitting down. Her legs hadn't been grievously mangled in the realm, but they had been injured enough.

Much to Evan's relief, Joey and Susie were spared from the phantom pains. They had been the most human killers in the past, and had no injuries to carry with them.

Evan's gaze shifted to the two. Their masks were gone, all they wore were white shirts and sweatpants. The change in their appearance from The Entity's realm was larger than just the loss of their scars. With clean skin, clean clothes, and the better health than when they were still killers, they all looked normal for once.

Susie for example, was even more cheery and bouncy than ever. She had very pretty features, but with the dirt that was always on her cheeks and forehead, the black circles around her once grey eyes, and the hood hiding most of her hair, she had held a genuine threatening and menacing air.

Now it was all gone. Her face was clean and her lightly tanned skin looked vibrant. Her eyes weren't grey like in the realm, they were a chestnut brown. She still had her braces on, and now her smile looked innocent, not malicious.

"Are you alright Evan?" Susie asked, probably concerned for his shoulder.

'Speak of the devil' Evan thought to himself.

"I am quite fine." He said, looking her in the eye so she'd believe him. Evan didn't want her to worry about some tiny phantom pain he had. Yes, he was constantly gripping at his shoulder like a dog licking it's scar, but the wound wasn't there. Evan knew he would get over it, he just needed to get used to not having the hooks in his shoulder.

Susie stared at him, suspicion was clear on her face. Evan had begun to learn that Susie was an extremely animated person. She didn't try to hide her emotions and usually wore her heart on her sleeve. So when Susie stared at him, it wasn't a blank stare, she squinted her eyes almost overly so and looked him dead in the eye.

Evan met her stare with a raised eyebrow and an amused look. Susie finally cracked and started giggling, submitting to his seniority.

The former trapper shifted his gaze to his honorary little sister's side. Joey had dark skin just like Phillip, though not quite as dark as the Nigerian. He was calm and sat with his arms crossed defensively.

Evan could tell he wasn't comfortable. Evan didn't think he'd ever seen the young black man ever fully relax in his life. It was obvious Joey saw Susie as an honorary sister as well, though he most likely saw her more like a twin sister since they were so close in age. Despite that, he'd obviously done his best to look after her during their time spent with Frank and Julie, trying to protect her from their abuse.

Evan craned his neck to look behind him. All the way on the opposite side of the room were the very two monsters Joey had wrestled with for years. For Evan, none of The Legion had been particularly menacing. All of them shared the similar dirt and discolored eyes that Susie had to make them look less human, but none of them truly registered as a real threat to him.

The same applied now, even less so without the grime, blood, and idiotic looking masks Frank and Julie were always covered in. The two were leaning on the wall with their arms crossed, their shoulders touching as they watched the rest of the room silently.

They were alone for right now, but Evan had seen them talking to some others. It was concerning, but he ignored it for now. Few of the killers had been stupid enough to get violent with the slim number of staff members that they saw. Because every time they tried, the facility guards had shown a clear ability to restrain them.

Evan knew that they were cautious of him and the others. They were still labeled as killers to all of the staff. Though at this point Evan couldn't even remember if he really was a killer or not. He wasn't actually from the nineteenth century like he'd thought, did he actually kill those hundred men in the mines?

He hadn't actually killed anyone in the realm. Frank, Julie, Herman, Jeffery, nearly all the killers really had met their end by his cleaver when he was still The Trapper, yet here they all were. He had asked about the survivors, especially Megan. He'd asked if she was okay, if he could see her, anything to put his mind at ease concerning her.

There were several Doctors who looked after them all, and every single one Evan had asked had said they didn't know what condition she was in. They weren't assigned to her, that was a different doctor named Forsyth. They all also refused to let him see her, claiming that none of them could be trusted near any of the survivors.

Evan understood why they did as such. Most of them were either outright dangerous or wildcards. He'd sooner die than let Jeffery or Danny anywhere near Megan. But it didn't mean it wasn't frustrating to be denied her presence. Just because she was away from the killers didn't mean she was safe. The hospital staff had never given him a reason to think they'd hurt her, but he didn't like the situation he was in either. He was still caged after all.

Anything could be happening to her at this very moment. That fear and stress had been slowly eating away at him for the entire time he'd been awake, and it was beginning to make him feel sick. Phillip clapped him on the back of the shoulder lightly. Evan turned and nodded to him in thanks, appreciative of the gesture and his best friend's perceptiveness.

Evan shifted his gaze towards Max. His change from The Hillbilly in the realm to the real world had been astronomical, few others had changed so radically except for Lisa or perhaps Herman.

He looked like a completely different man. Evan himself had almost not recognized him at first, only being able to tell because of his mannerisms. He was actually somewhat worried that the dark skinned survivor, Claudette, wouldn't recognize him either, and what that would do to Max's confidence.

Nearly all of Max's scars were gone. His arms were the same size and shape, the outgrowths of bone that previously dotted his arms were gone. His stance was still somewhat crooked, as he leaned to the left side still, but he no longer looked like a hunchback. His skin was a healthy tan color, no longer the sickly yellow it once was.

His eyes were normal and not glowing white, blue irises met Evan's green ones any time they made eye contact. Phillip's eyes had also lost their glow, returning to their natural amber shade.

Unfortunately, not everything was gone from Max. His flesh did not stretch from his jaw to his right collarbone, but a scar still adorned his face. It looked like the right side of his face had been deformed at birth, or as if he had been beaten to the point of his face not healing properly.

The biggest deal however, was-

"I feel your pain." A southern accent twanged from his side.

Evan looked Max in the eye. He was now mostly used to the fact that he could speak without difficulty, though it still felt somewhat new. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What are you talking about?" He said.

"Your shoulder, it hurts doesn't it?" Max asked rhetorically. The southerner knew it hurt, he just didn't want Evan to try and deny it.

Evan was rather disappointed that because of their situation that everyone was mostly not in a comedic mood. It made it difficult for him and Max to poke fun at each other the way they would in the realm. Phillip was able to make them all laugh, but Evan didn't feel comfortable knowing that the other killers were always watching. Evan knew it wasn't just him being paranoid either. Danny was a talented stalker, and probably overheard all of their conversations when he really was trying.

It was why he'd refused to say anything too important whenever the egomaniac was around.

The others understood his worries, and had been holding in their concerns for the survivors anytime he or other vile killers were in the room. Evan knew that despite Susie's joy in being free to express herself, she was worried about the asian boy she'd become smitten with. He could see the same worry in Phillip, Sally, and Max as well.

They all were worried. The only one who really wasn't afraid for them was Joey, but he didn't really have someone special from the survivors, so Evan couldn't really blame him.

The heir to the Macmillan estate exhaled. Max wasn't too different from how he was in The Fog, and he was just as blunt as Evan remembered. Evan nodded. "It is merely a phantom pain. It is nothing, and it will go away soon enough." He said, hoping he sounded confident and assure. He didn't want any of them to worry about him.

Susie swiveled her head around, checking the room. Evan didn't know what she was looking for until he followed her gaze. She was looking at the other killers. He didn't know why, but she seemed disappointed after looking at them with the way she dropped her shoulders and sighed.

Despite the rather boring, worried, and bleak mood, Evan felt himself chuckling a little at the way Susie acted. Part of him felt like she was too pure for this world, but another part reminded himself that no one was perfect and that she had a dark side. He hadn't seen it himself, but he didn't believe that she'd never gotten angry in a trial and brutalized one of the survivors.

Susie noticed him chuckling and just pouted indignantly when she realized that he was laughing at her again.

"I am not laughing at you Susie, I just think you are funny." Evan defended himself with a small smile. He switched his gaze off of the ex-Legion to survey the room for the hundredth time. Old habits die hard, and Evan doubted his Paranoia would ever go away.

Perhaps his paranoia wasn't a habit then. His father was quite paranoid after all, and like father, like son.

Evan's upper lip curled at the thought of turning into his father. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ever did. He didn't go through all that abuse, all the twisted fake murder and torture just to give his father exactly what he wanted.

He would not become another heartless Macmillan patriarch.

A sickening thought went through his mind. His father had murdered his mother, that was true both in the fog and in real life. He never saw it happen, nor had he ever been able to truly prove it, but he knew it was true. The real twisted part was that Evan knew he'd never find her body, his father was too heartless and monstrous of a man to let there be a chance of it's discovery.

His mind drifted further. Despite how he didn't want to think of it, he thought of himself in his father's position. Married to the woman he loved, married to Megan, only to end up killing her.

Flashes of The Fog rose to the forefront of his mind. Evan saw Megan hanging from those crude hooks in the trials, screaming in pain as The Entity killed her.

He knew all too well what it would be like to kill her. Evan felt his stomach bubble. Disgust with his father and with himself climbed up his chest. His father tainted everything he touched in one way or another. He had scarred the workers, robbed them, emotionally tortured his mother and killed her too.

He was the worst example. His father had scarred him, physically and emotionally. He had robbed him of his childhood and innocence, twisted what it meant to love, to trust, to be human. Archie corrupted him to try and make the perfect clone of himself. It was rather egotistical of his father that he'd only ever want a copy of himself to rule in his place.

Evan clenched his jaw in anger, balled his hands into fists, and bowed his head. He made a prayer to God, hoping that he was real and that he was listening. It was a plea for assistance, for confidence, and that justice was brought down where it had been lacking for far too long. Archie Macmillan needed to get what he deserved.

Evan opened his eyes and looked up at his friends. It felt good to call them that. He could look at Phillip and Max and call them his brothers, call Susie his little sister, Sally his older sister, and Joey his friend.

If his father ever learned of how radically he had changed during his time in The Fog, he would stop at nothing to destroy everything Evan loved. He would break or kill all of them until Evan submitted to his will and finally turned into him.

Red hair and blue eyes raced through his mind, running laps around a track. If Archie ever learned of how much he loved her, how she had freed him from his influence and now held more sway over him, he would kill her or do even worse.

Evan swore to himself that would never happen. He would never find out, Evan would make sure of it. And should Archie ever discover her, Evan would die protecting Megan from him.

Just then, the door opened and several doctors came in. They were flanked by several armed guards. Said guards looked rather bored, relaxed and at ease. They were not ex-military or law enforcement, Evan could tell. They lacked the discipline that came with it.

The doctors themselves looked more disciplined and enthusiastic about their job. One of them, a dark haired female, lifted a clip board she had been holding and started to call a few names.

"Danny, Adiris, Kazan, and Caleb. Please come with us." The doctor said professionally.

The killers called came forth, though there was a mixed air of begrudging reluctance and hesitance in the four. The doctors filed our first, the the guards surrounded the four and escorted them out of the room after the doctors.

Evan, Max, Phillip, and Sally had been through the same process earlier that week. They had been taking four of them at a time, and the only election process Evan had been able to pick up on was that they went off of how long they'd been in the fog.

Those four had all come into the fog one after the other. Technically The Demogorgon had arrived in between them, but considering he wasn't actually real, that point was moot. Susie looked at the four and shivered a little bit.

She had gone through the process as well. Only it was her, Joey, Frank, and Julie, as the four used to comprise The Legion. They had come to the facility as friends, and the facility had probably thought they still were. All the process did was a surface level psych check, as well as testing how the chosen interacted with the other three around them. For Susie, they must have checked to see if the four were all still friends, only to find a rather surprising outcome.

Evan eyed Danny, glaring at the back of his skull. He would no doubt pass the psych check despite his raging psychopathy. But that wasn't his only mental deformity. He was a raging egomaniac who loved to hear himself talk, he was without mercy, and was sadistic.

Unfortunately, Danny was the type of monster who could act phenomenally. They wouldn't even suspect him of having an mental drawbacks at all. Evan wished he could simply stay imprisoned here forever.

With the doctors, guards, and killers gone, a new doctor walked in calmly afterwards. Evan didn't recognize him. There were still guards everywhere, but those people were assigned to their room to make sure nothing happened.

The new doctor began to walk around calmly, pacing the room and sizing them all up. Evan did the same to him, taking in his posture, physical size, where his eyes went, and finally, how long he was willing to hold eye contact. So when the doctor's gaze fell upon him and his friends, Evan met it calmly. He wasn't trying to intimidate or threaten, just assert himself.

The doctor's gaze seemed to change suddenly. He held a look of recognition when he saw Evan and his friends.

Evan felt nothing but confusion at the reaction. It didn't make sense to him, but then again nothing in this entire forsaken facility made sense. At this point, it was par for the course.

Only a few seconds later did Evan notice that the doctor was moving. He hugged the wall as he walked towards their side of the room, breaking off and heading right for Evan only to stop two feet or so from him. The man stuck out his hand invitingly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Macmillan. Ms. Thomas has told me quite a lot about you." He said with a easy going smile.

Evan could tell he was trying to get him to drop his guard, but saw right through it. He didn't spend years being tricked and lied to by his father to be fooled by this random man. However, all of that flew out the window the moment the name he mentioned clicked.

Evan's eyes widened as the vivid image of Red Forest appeared in his mind. He stood over the hatch, and Megan stood before him, terrified and completely uncertain of her fate.

'M-Megan Thomas'

That was what Megan had said her last name was all that time ago. It had been the only time he heard it, but he hadn't forgotten. It had laid dormant in the back of his mind until now.

Evan felt hope explode in his chest. This doctor knew where Meg was, if she was safe, what was happening to her. He could answer all of his questions.

Now Evan didn't like being the subordinate. Never in his life had he enjoyed knowing his father was higher rank than him, or the other workers when he was a young man. He was meant to be at the top, and that instinct flared up when Evan remembered that if he angered the doctor, he might not get to know what he wanted.

So Evan painfully swallowed his pride and shook the man's hand. It wasn't the act of shaking it that pained him so. Evan hated being a subordinate, he didn't have a problem with being someone's equal. He could stand treating the doctor fairly just fine. But it was the knowledge that the doctor held the cards Evan wanted about Megan that didn't sit right with him.

Though perhaps the doctor didn't know what he wanted yet. Evan could use that, and hopefully not have to bargain just to know if Megan was safe. "I certainly hope it has all been good things." Evan said politely, trying to relax and diffuse the bubbling impatience and frustration he felt.

"Oh yes. I am Doctor Forsyth, Ms. Thomas' personal doctor at this facility. She actually just told me about her experience inside of the simulation not long ago." He said.

Evan's eyebrows raised in interest. Ever since he had heard that a doctor named Forsyth was Megan's personal doctor he'd wanted to find and meet them, see if they would help him. This was already going better than he'd hoped.

"She mentioned all of the friends she made, as well as her relationship with all of you." Doctor Forsyth said, gesturing towards the other killers still sitting down and listening to his and Evan's conversation. "Though she put the most emphasis on you Mr. Macmillan." He said, turning back to face him.

Before Evan could fully respond or react, he kept going. "Since the day she awakened she's been badgering me to see the survivors, as well as you too sir." He said.

Evan felt his lips twitch into a small smile. That certainly sounded like Megan, persistent and endlessly determined when she had her mind set on something. "So she is alright?" He asked hesitantly.

It was hard to stop hiding the fact that it was all he currently cared about. His father had drilled it into his head that he couldn't let anyone know what he wanted so that they couldn't get in the way of him getting it.

"Oh yes she's perfectly fine. She's suffered some atrophy just like everyone else, but with some time spent exercising she'll be back to perfect health." He said.

Evan couldn't quite articulate it, but the doctor simply had a way with his words and tone that made his chest lighten. The manner in which he delivered the news had eased his mind and his worry for his little rabbit. He obviously had a lot of experience delivering news about patients to worried family and friends.

It made Evan realize that the man standing before him was a true doctor. Someone who spent his time saving lives in a hospital, and was not like the scientists that had him feeling like a guinea pig for an experiment.

"You said that she wanted to see me. Is she here?" Evan asked calmly, trying to restrain himself. He had to admit to himself at this point that he'd gone soft. Megan had dug right through his defensive barriers and now practically held his heart in her hands, and Evan could only blame himself for it since he had been the one to approach and pursue her.

He wanted to see her so badly, he needed to. Despite the reassurances of Doctor Forsyth, he wouldn't be fully satisfied until he saw her in person with his own eyes and could feel her hands with his own.

Doctor Forsyth's face didn't change much, but it gained a slightly more serious look. Within several seconds he lost and then reacquired the light hearted mood he put out. "I'm afraid she's not. we've separated you and the other A1 subjects from the A2 subjects, but due to the unique situation Ms. Thomas was in before the end of the experiment, we've isolated her from both for her own safety." He explained.

Evan didn't know whether to feel enraged that they'd locked her away by herself or relieved that she was safe since there was no killers or survivors who could hurt her. He chose to wait and hear the rest of what Doctor Forsyth had to say.

"As I previously said, I'm her personal doctor. I've been monitoring her to make sure she is healthy and sane. As of recently, she's convinced me that she is in a healthy state of mind. So I am trying to help her." He said.

Evan leaned forward ever so slightly in interest. "I understand. However, what has brought you here?" He asked, hoping the doctor would say what he wanted to hear.

"Ms. Thomas did not only mention you, Mr. Macmillan. She also mentioned the various bonds the rest of you formed with other survivors." Doctor Forsyth said; gesturing to Sally, Max, Phillip, Susie, and Joey. All of them were now no doubt thinking about the survivors.

"I was able to grant Ms. Thomas' request to see the survivors, or A2 subjects. However, I am unable to allow you to see her because of the safety risks. The facility doesn't trust you to not assault her after your time spent as killers, or A1 subjects." Doctor Forsyth said, breaking some of his professionalism and using air quotes over the word "killers".

Evan felt his jaw clench. He'd heard the same thing from the other doctors several times already and it was getting irritated. He didn't like being denied the company of those he cared for, they had no right to separate them. Before the good doctor could continue, Evan jumped in.

"What can I do to prove I am not a threat to her safety?" He asked, giving up on hiding what he wanted. He could feel how close she was, this was not the time to take it slow and potentially lose the chance. This was the time for risk taking and boldness.

Evan knew his father would eventually arrive to bring him back to the real Macmillan estate. He would let his father know about Megan. This might be his only chance to see her before he leaves.

Doctor Forsyth smiled. "Actually I came here to test just that." He said kindly. "Unfortunately I can only bring one of you with me at this moment, but if you would follow me Mr. Macmillan, I can do some evaluations and questions to see if I can gain permission to let you two see each other again." He said while beginning to walk towards the door.

"I don't mean to be pushy, but I'm afraid there isn't very much time to consider this. Soon I will be called to check on the survivors and will not be free for a few more days." He said sympathetically.

Evan didn't hesitate and began to move his feet. Doctor Forsyth smiled and turned around, waving the guards down and opening the door for Evan. The heir to the Macmillan estate thanked him, and then patiently followed him down the hallways.

After a minute or so, Evan began to question just exactly where he was being led. "You said you wished to evaluate and question me. May I ask where you are taking me to do such?" Evan said as suspicion began to creep back in. His eyes narrowed into a glare, boring into the back of the doctor's skull.

Had he been tricked? If that was the case he could easily beat down the doctor and find Megan himself, but it would be difficult to locate her. Hopefully this was merely a misunderstanding.

Doctor Forsyth paused and turned around, his side next to a door. "Mr. Macmillan, call me an idealist, but I believe in giving people a chance. Ms. Thomas told me about your relationship with you. Don't worry, she didn't go into detail, but from what she did tell me, she genuinely cares for you, and you seem to reciprocate that." He said.

Evan felt slight discomfort knowing this relative stranger had some inkling into his personal life. However, it was nice to hear that an outsider believed that he genuinely cared for her, and she him. Evan nodded to confirm. "She is very important to me." He said.

"I thought as much. So, off of that belief, I have decided to...bend the facility rules." He gestured to the door at his side.

"This is Ms. Thomas' personal room." He said, now gesturing invitingly for Evan to go in.

Evan's eyes widened. Megan was right through that door. He turned to Doctor Forsyth. "You will be there with us?" He asked.

The Doctor nodded. "I will be there just to make sure nothing bad happens, but I will most likely step out eventually and give you some privacy. I will also personally erase the few minutes of security footage. The guard who watches them is a good friend of mine." He said.

Evan was liking this man more and more as time went on. "You have all my thanks." Evan said.

"Oh don't mention it. Just go ahead, Ms. Thomas has already waited long enough to see you." He said with a smile.

Evan raised an eyebrow, he didn't know why he did. Him telling Megan of his plan wasn't that outlandish. "She knows I'm coming?" He asked.

"No. I wanted to surprise her, but she has wanted to see you since she first woke up." He said.

Evan nodded, his impatience overwhelming. Finally, he grabbed the door handle and pushed the door open.