It seemed like forever ago since they reached Haven but 9 knew it had only been a week. 0 had tried to tell them many times who harmed her but it was hard to believe someone when you truly believe they went insane.
Sometimes 0 would play happily with the Twins and sometimes she would sit somewhere, depressed.
When they found that 0 couldn't speak because her voice box was missing and that she had been stabbed but she wasn't dead 9 took to the last journal entry before the Scientist's death. It didn't explain where her voice box had gone, however, but it did allow him to see why she had survived such a fatal wound. Communication was a lot harder now.
The Twins taught her their language of clicking and flashing lights but the flashing lights hypnotized her if she stared for too long. When communicating with 9 and 7, however, she did it through pantomime or pictures she drew. They reminded 9 of the pictures 6 used to draw.
9 sat in the windowsill of the Scientist's house, watching the horizon and the sun. Next to him was a picture of the stitchpunk she claimed harmed her. On the other side of the picture 7 watched the horizon with him.
"I can't believe the 180 in personality," 7's soft voice broke him away from his thoughts. She continued when she was answered with silence. "She was so happy and now we can hardly get her to do anything."
"I know. It's hard to tell which is her real personality…."
"The Twins bring out her true personality, I think." The sun went down further. "9, I miss the others."
Gently 9 wrapped his arm around her shoulders and brought her close. "I do too, 7. I miss them too."