It must have been really early when they came to rouse him the next morning, the sound of the metal door opening signaling it was time for him to shut his eyes and play pretend. If they found out he had stayed awake all night last night, then tonight they would double his dosage, and he realized that. That was the way this place worked.

Feeling a Jolt as the orderlys foot kicked the side of his bed just as it had done the last 11 days before he let his eyes open slowly and grunted in response, they were now red and blood shota permanent accessory he knew to living in a place like this... free of charge.

"Get up time for your meds." The man snapped using one hand to hoist him up to a sitting position by his collar and holding some pills out with the other. "Good kid your finally getting the hang of this" He snapped and slid the pills carefully into Tom's mouth noticing hiw shakey it was his brow rose. Maybe were giving you to many pills for your body wieght. Maybe we should slow you down."

And for a second,only a second Tom felt a small bit of relief was over him, until it was shadowed by a snarky and cold laugh from the man holding his collar as he let go and Officer Hanson's body hit the bed hard, "Then again maybe not."

He felt the break being pushed up and the wheels once more rolling on the hard tile floor closing his eyes as things begian to roll past him causing his stomach to flop and sickness to rise in his throat. "Wh...where?" He mumbled silently praying that maybe someone had come for him, someone had come to take him away.

"Where hmmm?... oh you mean where are you going? Well, you didn't really think you would get your own room for long in a place like this did you? I'm taking you to the back to a little place we sane people like to call the wearhouse... Your only put in your own cell... room,own room until we determine how dangerous you are, and you know for a cop your not danger ous at all..."

Letting out a deep and pain filled sigh Tom didn't answer, it wouldn't matter if he answered to these people he was nothing more than a wack job and if he tried to make them believe if he tried to telkl them what was going on they would only think him all the more looney for it.

"Welcome to your new home."The words ran like ice through his body as he felt the bed stop and let his eyes open shifting them around... so many sick sad, and loud very loud crazy people surrounding him like a bunch of huddled and wounded monkeys, Way more than he had seen in the admittance room when he first arrived. He gaged quietly as the smell of urine found it's way into his nose and he covered his face with the blanket closing his eyes as tight as he could to fight the nausia and the nightmare that he was now engulfed in.

Officer Hoffs closed the door to the weckerly residence as she and captain Fuller headed back to the car where Penhall and Ioki had decided to wait, solemn looks on both their faces.

"What did he say? Does Kenny know where Hanson is?" Penhall asked egerly turning towards the backseat where the two were getting in. "Come on Jude, Captain... what did he say?"

"He didn't say anything..." Fuller looked in the rearview mirror at Ioki then towards Penhall. "He's dead..."

"Dead?"

"Yes Panhall... Dead." The older man leaned back in the seat, "Mister Weckerly said that Kenny was trying to escape from the treatment facility and that he sufficated in the heater vent..."

"That's it!"

"Come on Iokage, don't give up just yet..."

"No, Doug,... Think about it... if you were getting reports of mistreatment from a hospital like Hanson had gotten what would be your first reaction man? Where would you go?"

"To the... oh no."

"Well that would certainly explain why we haven't heard anything from him." Judy offered looking to her captain. "Can you get a warrent?"

"Already on it." he put his phone to his ear.

Ioki Pulled out of the drive way and headed toward the mental hospital.