A/N:

AHAH! I'm back with some more! (After posting a ton of art, might as well update back here...)

This is about five thousand five hundred words, but the first part should get you through it pretty fast.

09_The_Altercation_

"Prisoner CR-SO1, remain where you are. Otherwise we won't hesitate to shoot. You broke your contract, now it's over."

It was the dreadful sound of Detective Holden's voice spoken dryly through the PA of Resurgam First Care... He was the caretaker of a certain prisoner that was filled with utter disappointment and shame, to have announced such bitter words. The Police drove behind him when he ended the deal on his way from the station, and they now stood behind him as he physically entered the hospital.

"Send a group to view the cameras. Find him, and try not to fire." The man wearing a umber trench coat and the darkest shades commanded before hearing gunshots himself from further in the edifice. Though the cops behind him didn't panic, they were very disturbed at the thought of the fugitive having a firearm in his possession. The head of the team just elaborated, "Forget what I said. Surround the area, just don't let him go free."

Ian never imagined himself having to broadcast the termination while rushing from the FBI building. He didn't imagine himself stepping back into this place until another year. No one imagined him charging in with a squad of policemen...

Because no one imagined CR-SO1 escaping.

"I can't believe he's doing it." The confused tone of the many nurses and doctors who witnessed Holden and the others split up in the lobby in organized pods of four or five. The staff and civilians in the vicinity that froze in their paths at the sight either went aside in fear or stood paralyzed in disbelief.

3 Hours Earlier

Dr. Gabriel Cunningham was seconds away from having to get a nose job when Nurse Emma Wilson forced open his commonly abused office door. "Doctor— Oh! Sorry!" She apologized frantically instead of scrambling to enter the room on the realization that the slab of wood almost nailed the diagnosticians to the wall behind it. Thankfully, the careful man's reflexes sent him onto the carpet ground with a mug that spilled coffee right beside RONI's stand.

"You guys are trying to kill me," Gabriel panted in his shock, before glaring up the innocent pink clothes of the nurse and finishing, "Aren't you?" For this being the second time this week he had to avoid getting flattened...he wasn't too pleased, in fact, he was in a bad mood that afternoon. A hospital should consist of happy patients and gentle personnel. So far, the combination of grouchy visitors and clumsy co-workers was about to drive him insane.

Emma bowed repeatedly in a flurry at the scene she caused. She was red as a tomato when she stuttered out, "I- I'm so sorry! I'll get the janitors to clean that up immediately!" She was unable to fix her glasses with her head refusing to go back up from her bow, so she just motioned to the doorway and explained straight away, "But you have someone who needs to talk to you! He said it was an emergency, so I brought him here..!"

"This is why people knock." The disoriented doctor said as the intern's legs fidgeted under the humiliation. In an attempt to calm her down, he sighed, "It's fine, at least you didn't bash my head against the wall." He picked up his mug, now only containing half as much as before, and tried to move on from the mishap. "So who is this guy you're talking about?" His body recovered from the close call, and his loyal computer buddy over there seemed to be unaffected, even though an ugly coffee-brown puddle was sitting right next to it.

As Rapid Organiz-whatever confirmed the action to call in the cleaning crew (once again, it's the second time this week), Nurse Wilson pointed to the doorway more confidently. "He's right—Huh? Mister?" She went to investigate the missing visitor on the double, leading the doctor, who was going to exit his office in the first place, to come along.

They came upon an African-American man, or Jet, as Gabriel recalled, who was slapping the orange wall in his uncontrollable laughter. He had one hand around his stomach, as the funny moment was becoming painful to bear. Emma, whose facial color was now an angry pink, had her hands on her hips as she started reprimanding him about respect, just like the dear Esha Patel. "H-Hey! Quit being so loud with it! We're in a hospital, mister!" When she heard the lousy diagnostician snickering at her poor effort to quiet the man, she just puffed up more. "Dr. Cunningham!"

The green-haired physician made a brisk apology before waving the frustrated young woman to the side. He still was smiling when he tried to ask, "Alright...what are you doing here?" He already saw the musician stomping his feet on the polished floor when he was cracking up as loud as a thunderstorm, so the reason for the 'emergency' visit was not the bad knee. Since the spectator was still taming his reaction, he sneaked a peek back in the office, where Emma was ineffectively soaking up the mess with a roll of paper towels.

"Gabriel, right?" Jet started off with clarifying the name. He saw the other cock his eyebrow and took the action as an impatient affirmation, continuing on, "About tonight..." His volume softened in a lack of excitement. The one listening raised his chin an inch, remembering that he was leaving his office earlier to contact Hank about the night out, since he had a feeling the giant would forget.

"Well, I got a... family emergency, so can you come tomorrow night?" The golden eyes of the man glinted in a regret, although his awkward grin contradicted the urgency of his words. "There's a special performance comin' from me that night, so..."

Gazing at the man's slightly bashful approach to the situation, the doctor didn't complain a bit, but just inquired in a little surprise, "You didn't have to come all the way to tell me that. Could've called the front desk, you know." He let out a weary breath; this guy always took the long path when he had every shortcut at his disposal. "Sunday's fine with me." The change of plans didn't make his errand any different, Gabriel still needed to inform Hank about the shift in dates.

"Sweet. Tomorrow night then!" The cafe performer trotted off in a hurry after that— a very, very bad hurry. He didn't even go to Emma for directions back to the front.

The skeptical diagnostician watched the guy speed off to the nearest exit sign and mouthed the words 'family emergency' doubtfully. He wheeled around to question the nurse, who was still rubbing away at the stain in the carpet. "Have you seen Hank by any chance?" His attention drifted for a bit while he was in awe at the number of wasted paper towels that filled the tiny trash can by his desk.

The young lady dressed in the pink uniform looked to the man in a meek but sour expression as she replied, "Dr. Freebird? Well, Dr. Torres told me she was off-duty a little early today, She was planning to drop by the OR and watch him in a operation a little before leaving. The procedure should be done by now. " Emma straightened out her skirt before admitting the impossible task. She wondered aloud if the janitors were preoccupied, then left to get them herself.

Dr. Cunningham already went deeper into the halls, he wasn't going as fast as the other man, but he was in a rush nonetheless. "Of all times..." Finding Hank outside the OR was a bind on its own, since he usually roams from his office.

After the mommy-like nurse left his room, an anxious Gary instantly returned to plotting his way out. With one of his legs in a cast and raised into the air, it was difficult to find an escape route. He just changed out of that embarrassing hospital gown back into his usual clothes, but one big problem yet remained. "This thing..." His flexibility was poor, and that excuse was enough to get the height lowered a little by the nurse, but it was still difficult getting out of the loop. "Man..." He temporarily stopped struggling to regain his strength; this was going to be a long day.

Venturing out on his own was a serious mistake, and he paid for it. He didn't even know why he was fighting anymore. "I gotta see if he's alright..." In his current dilemma, he was in no position to break out and at least see his friend off in time, well, that was what his pessimism told him. "Why is this place so much like a prison...?" He refused to accept the sunshine that blasted at his room and was nearly blinding him.

His 'apartment' compared to the other rooms in the infirmary was rather small, so he almost always felt the urge to exercise his right to mobilize. Though before he didn't lament about the brightness of the light, he'll have to point out that the vase of colorful flowers on the bed-stand made him feel immature, and a bit girly. No offense to the people who replace it every now and then. Overall, the most upsetting feature of this place for the twelve year-old would have to be...the overdone-ness.

Sorry, but his taste in colors was not orange nor brown nor yellow nor whatever paint goes in between those three. It was too much. Too striking. Maybe he was too used to the old orphanage, because the original mix of bland colors didn't affect his emotions so much. This place, was a cheery-type slammer. An...exaggerated mental asylum.

"Why a week...?" The boy groaned miserably in his deadened voice. He consistently found himself whacking the back of his head onto a pillow that was extremely fluffed. It was that point in his depression that he heard the door creak open a little. "Huh?" His brown hair, which seemed gray in the sunlight, was thrusted forward when his upper body shot up in response to the tiny noise. "Who is it?" Gary croaked when he felt a little dizzy as a result of his quick movement. The door was on the left side of his bed, but on the farther corner; his head sank back down before he got a chance to look long enough.

A girl with short, chunky brown hair and beryl-green eyes popped her head into his room, later helping herself in. She chanted 'he'll never find me' to herself in a whisper. The previous words from the patient in the bed must have completely missed her ears; she thought the person in the room was asleep. Sure, it was rude to take a game of hide-and-seek to the private accommodations of the hospital, but if she was going to test Mr. Navel's perception, she would be happy to take it to the next level.

"Is anyone there?" At the stranger's yell, the girl wearing a beige skirt and a cream-colored top flung herself around in a gasp. She, without thinking twice, ran up to the person, who happens to be about the same age, and shushed him secretively. The kid under the sheets was astonished at the cute appearance of the drop-in and obeyed with a gullible frown.

As the girl hopped over the the farthest corner of the room, the area behind the bed, Gary lost his patience and murmured rapid fire questions, "Who are you...and what are you doing here? Are you an orphan?" He didn't know why he asked the last one, all the other kids he knew except Erhard have gone, and he didn't even recognize her. "And who are you hiding from?" She balled up in front of the bed-stand, almost ignoring him with her jubilant giggle.

"I'm Alyssa!" Alyssa Breslin declared louder than the intended chirp, and covered her mouth. She ducked lower than what the boy can view when footsteps could be heard from the outside. "If you can get him to go away, I can talk to you more...!" Was all the child with the healing leg could pick up before a blonde man entered his room.

The decade-old boy swallowed hard at the presence of a rather straight-faced agent wearing a sharp navy blue suit and tie. Though... the serious-face part seemed to dissolve when the adult asked with a lost and concerned glance, "Excuse me for intruding. Have you seen a young girl...with green eyes and short brown bangs?" Secret Agent Navel stood in the doorway with a formal stance despite the age of the patient housing in the room.

He couldn't loose his cool now; it didn't matter if he was forced to pick up the daughter of his boss. Sadly enough, he knows Dr. Kimishima well enough to say she wouldn't appreciate him complicating a simple task of picking up Alyssa by calling her in to do the job. But the assistant to the forensic expert was desperate. He would be willing to pronounce his disgraceful defeat to the entire world if he had to— he just wouldn't want this to scar his reputation as a reliable co-worker with the unforgiving Naomi.

"No...Uh...I thought I was the only kid here...sorry!" Gary Forester expected that to be sufficient to send the man on his way. The girl huddling tightly to the bottom rim of the bed thought the same, however the professional-looking man walked in a little further— just before a ring from his cellphone forced him to seek a peaceful spot in the outside halls. Navel shut the door behind him, letting out a tired breath of air.

The pair of adolescents waited about a minute or so before releasing their breath of relief simultaneously. The one stowing away in the inhabitant's room broke her silence by shooting up and saying, "So, what happened to you?" She spoke so merrily, the boy was stuck in a fazed stammer. Alyssa blinked curiously at him before speaking her side of the story first, "Anyways that man was going to take me home...But it's too fun here. I get to meet a whole bunch of people, like you!"

Her innocent appeal was too great, Gary couldn't disclose the mystery of the orphanage arson to her, so he just uttered in some discomfort, "But why don't you want to go...you...you have a mom and dad and brothers and a dog..." He was so caught up in the argument to notice the improbability of what he listed.

"No...I only have a cat...and last week I just got a new mother...well, she's more like a friend." The beaming face of the girl vanished as she began to ponder the other reasons for loitering about. "Actually, I was playing hide-and-seek with Chloe, but she's too good at it, so I lost her. One of the doctors was helping me find her, but we got separated when Mr. Navel showed up...I know I can't go home now!"

"Wait, if you only have a mom, then where did that guy just now come from?" The orphan wasn't familiar with all those names, so he'll have to live with the improper nouns. He watched Alyssa hang over him with a stirred interest to chat, and he would have to confess that he felt incredibly stressed out being seen like this. "And can you just sit down...?"

With her sharp eyesight inherited somehow by her new parent, the girl deduced that sitting in the chair across from her location would be risky if anyone entered the room. She was standing in the only blind spot. "If I sit there, someone will see me." Going back to the other question, she started blathering, "You see, my mom has an awesome detective job. It's not exactly like that, but I know that guy is one of the people working for her! Or...with her?" Now that she brought up the profession of the medical examiner, she couldn't stop. "She told me she got this huge case with finding some burglars..." Somehow that last word seemed to come out wrong.

The incorrect pronunciation was repeated with the other, "That's pretty cool...it's like... one of those crime shows with cat burglars, right?" Gary commented, thinking over those TV shows he would watch after dinner with the other children. He only pictured a cop in the field, not exactly the person that operates in the labs. "What do you know about the bad guys?" Now he was hooked to the conversation, which turned into an interview before long.

"She said it was...confidential stuff." Another big word that rolled out of her perhaps at little too suddenly. The daughter of the doctor involved in the big case stretched her arms upwards as if she had been accustomed to all the secrecy. She paused to assure herself the room had only them in it before whispering, "But I think the bedtime stories she tells me is exactly from that case...wanna hear one?"

The injured boy's interest was at its peak when he nodded. He also added, "Just don't make me fall asleep— can you make it really short?" He had a hunch that a his requested summary would degrade the fun of it, but he had a constant alarm going off in his head about the one dwelling in his room. "What's the bad guy's name?"

"Hm..." Alyssa hummed when she tried to think of the villain's alias. "Well, Naomi always—"

"Naomi? Thats..." Now that's a very peculiar nickname for a couple of robbers. The interruptor was hushed with a shake of the girl's head.

"N-no... That's my mom's name!" Ms. Breslin clarified in her gleeful voice, this time with a little wink. "Anyways, she always tells the story with the bad guy's name being something to do with a bird. Crow, maybe?" After settling that tiny riddle, she came to the conundrum of identifying the thieves. "In the stories, she never said who the cat burglars really were...because they are too tough to catch." The smile died out of her when she finished.

Gary, whose hands were gripping tightly to the edge of the blanket, spouted out a few more parts of the equation the storyteller have left out. "How did they steal? And why can't they get them?" He was still wondering how a black bird has anything to do with the rogues' method of getting away.

So many questions, so little time. "They usually steal at night, and um...they always wear black maybe?" She forgot something else evident but it was worth proclaiming, "And they are really, really fast." Now she didn't know what was left to put on the table. "That's all I really remember..."

The kid was the broken leg nearly coughed his lungs out as he tittered away. "That's the usual! The cops usually can get people like that, what's so special about these guys?" Since he put it that way, even the girl's missing cat matched the description— except the fact Chloe was a single cat that snatched food from the pantry and not a group of criminals that terrorized a string of museums in Portland...

By the way...the pet was still on the loose.

"OH!" The girl dived into search mode by first checking underneath the hospital bed, which was an older model since with the frilly drapery on the sides. "Sorry, I'm supposed to be looking for Chloe..." Her abrupt shout and going through the bottom of the bed gave the orphan a little taste of what it would be like when he meets the orphanage coordinator, Mrs. Diane Kimberly, again.

A little out of topic, definitely. "What does she look like?" Gary went along anyways, despite him not seeing anyone today except the overbearing nurse, this free-spirited girl, and her drive home. When he waited for the girl to respond, he heard no movement from down below and grew insecure. He wormed just a hair to the side of the bed, choking out, "Hey, Alys—" His volume decreased dramatically on the realization that he had another guest. "Um...Hi...?" He inched back to his original spot, knowing he couldn't blow her cover yet...

A towering figure exited the OR with a very satisfied grin. He let the assistants transport his patient to the infirmary, but had a word to spare for the witness of the procedure. "Thanks for supporting the operation, Maria." He wore both a proud and grateful expression when facing the paramedic that was off early today.

"Sheesh Hank, give credit where it's due!" Dr. Torres vigorously patted the big guy on the shoulder and elaborated with a smirk, "Besides I didn't sweat a drop in there! So don't go thanking me." As plausible as her logic was, the orthopedic surgeon didn't accept her reasoning; the operation was extremely drawn-out, the friend's presence deserved appreciation. The woman humphed before easing his worries with, "You got great skills for toughing that one out."

Acknowledging that the praise cannot be helped, an exhausted Dr. Freebird surrendered with a gruff chortle. He dismissed himself from Maria, "That reminds me...I have to make a little visit before I can take the day off. Actually Gabriel was considering dining at a cafe one of his patients suggested tonight..." He ended up asking the EMT if she wanted to come with, "Want to join us?"

"In a cafe with you and Gabe?" Was her sarcastic reaction to the idea. "Uh...sorry, I think I'll have to pass. I didn't get that much sleep this week." She hoped she didn't appear rude with the refusal, but she already spent an extra hour at work today and survived two disasters this week, all the while towing a mute around...she would love the chance to be crashing at her apartment for once. Saluting to the former war veteran, she made her brief farewell, "I'll see you later, big guy!" Maria hustled off without the giant's response, which happened to only be one syllable.

Hank's goal was now to meet the recuperating child and make some sense of his endeavor to evade the treatment. The doctor debated over the need to talk to the accomplice as well, but he realized the pointlessness in in doing so with the disability. He refrained from deliberating any more until he arrived to the boy's room. He wasn't sure if he should be entertained by Gary's ambition to leave...because when he came in, the patient was bustling alive with movement.

"Um... Hi...?" The orphan centered himself, and let out a rather stiff grin.

Dr. Freebird, celebrating that unexpected expression with his own unrestrained smile, returned the greeting as he situated himself in the sturdy, plastic chair Alyssa had taken note of earlier. "Good afternoon." The flowers that were across from him did amazing job of accenting the room's mood...he thought the kid would get a little lonely this morning.

Already stuffing himself during the lunch a long while back, Gary suddenly remembered the queasy feeling of his bloated stomach at the sight of Hank, the well-known 'gentle giant.' Perhaps a drop of cold sweat started to form on his neck when he accepted the fact that he would have to stall the man from picking up Alyssa's whereabouts. Stuck in brainstorm mode for a conversation idea, the boy recycled the chat he had with Alyssa and asked, "Doctor...did the police figure out who started that fire?"

"No..." The orthopedic surgeon was still shaky if the arson was being looked into or not. "I still believe it's an accident myself..." His gut told him that there wasn't a culprit. Judging from what he was told, he trusted the owner, who not only shared the Chief's blood, but also her tough will and confidence. "I don't think any of you would've done it." It was a very idealistic judgement on his part, but he strongly doubted that mere children would have access to the materials to ignite the flames.

"Yeah." The day of the incident flashed through the mind of the victim, specifically the childish uprising in the lobby. He knew the eldest rescued him, and he owed his savior the support against the accusations that came from the adults. "Trust me, doc, Erhard didn't do it. So what if he's only been around in the orphanage for...three years? Just because can't talk, the other kids like making fun of him..." Maybe the gossiping youngsters got a little too far, who knows. "Besides, Mrs. Kimberly treats him like a helper when it comes to chores and stuff. He's the last one that would burn our home down— " Out of his own sense of justice, the one giving his testimony squeezed in a ton of names.

Hank wondered how long the list was; since he wasn't the type to cut off others, he had to wait it out. When the boy paused to offer some unlikely but possible suspects, the doctor chuckled lightly. Honestly, he could've broke into a hysterical laugh if the boy hadn't asked to let down his uncomfortably raised leg.

The brave girl hiding under the thick mattresses had the opportunity to analyze their words in her comfy hiding place— thanks to the diligent work of the custodians, there was barely any dust bunnies for her sensitive nose to sneeze at. She has no problem playing sherlock in this...might as well do something to pass the time. After piecing the account in her head— nah, she didn't even need to work to puzzle that one out. It was simple: Her friend survived an inferno at his orphanage. Cause...unknown. Though the wounded leg was still shrouded in a number of possible causes...it was bound to come up next.

"I came today..." The tall doctor spoke with his mission becoming clear again. "Not about your how your operation went, but about why you were...running from it." Gary stiffened into a defeated scowl when met with a obstinate gaze. He was glad his leg was put down before the conversation took a turn for the worse. There was a pair of crutches in the corner behind the surgeon, which he was determined to utilize later. Hank viewed the looking away as a guilty response and persisted in asking, "Why didn't you want the treatment?" He didn't understand Gabriel's reasoning of kids-don't-like-docs, and pleaded for a more acceptable excuse.

"What does it have to do with you, anyway?" If Erhard didn't trust them, he also had the right not to either...also, he never really appreciated Mrs. Kimberly all too much to put his trust to the sister, who was running this place with people too friendly for him. Plus, he was aspiring to be a man, so might as well quit being wimpy like some of the other kids, who he thought always cried for a band-aid after a scratch or two. "I—I just didn't want the help."

The word 'why' kept ringing in the man's head; what reason could there be to refuse, especially if the cost was free and it would prevent him from becoming disabled. "Give me an explanation...Not many people would dismiss such an opportunity..." Dr. Freebird couldn't describe how lucky the child was to have the OR available without the common obstructions of health insurance and money... Alyssa replayed the events of the past few weeks in her head. She and Naomi both had an operation, even Chloe. None had the chance to say no, and most likely wouldn't decline the procedure that could've saved them.

The angered boy thought the soft questioning trifling, the visitor was too kind on him— which was a waste of time when facing an adamant mind of a teen like himself. "You're a grown up, you can't understand what it's like for a kid, so just leave me alone!" He raised his head to the highest angle he could reach to thunder those words with his fed-up attitude. It didn't matter if Hank would snap back at him, the orphan had presented his opinion, which wound up to be a very legit and universal truth...something the losing man was unable to oppose to.

It was just like with Claire, he would have to come back another day with a brighter hope. "I'll...try tomorrow..." Since the patient was considerably younger, it would be unwise to make outbursts with the words 'stupid' and 'crazy,' but those are was crowded his mind and clouded his confidence. Although the unsettling thoughts failed to interfere with his orderly exit, the wrinkles of his darkened face creased more. Gary watched the solemn departure with some sympathy, his head concentrating on the status of the refugee below.

After the door was shut tight by the giant, the boy whispered eagerly past his right shoulder, "The coast looks clear..!" He however saw no response from below, and begun calling out a little louder, "Are you okay?" He prayed the myth of 'monsters under the bed' wasn't true...

Alyssa crawled out from under the bed to the opposite side with a robust grin, "That was really interesting...you haven't even told me your name yet!" Since she anticipated no more guests, she bravely seated at where Dr. Freebird was, her eyes still wide with intrigue.

"Gary...Forester..?" For some reason, exchanging names at this point felt strange. He peeked from the corner of his brown eyes: the metal crutches remained unused, and he was about to change that. "Can you give me those?" In the meantime, his body ached for some movement. He inches closer to the edge where Ms. Breslin sat; the heavy cast almost anchored him to the bed. He carefully slanted his leg as she shot up to retrieve the twin crutches.

"Are you supposed to be up?" Putting a little strain on her memory, she remembered that the leg was previously trapped up in the loop, so most likely the boy shouldn't be moving...then again, the supporting tools were conveniently provided. "And where are you going?" The fun behind her tone dried out when she handed him them. Watching him prop himself up in great haste, she was left to believe, "You're going to run away?"

He hustled over to the door and answered while using his chin to signal the door knob. "I want fresh air, and...Your cat is on the loose, too, right?"

"You don't need to help me find Chloe..." Was the objection of the girl as she opened the door for a glimpse out in the golden halls. There wasn't anyone around, thankfully. "Tomoe probably already caught her..." Just as she muttered so, a large beep from up in the ceiling sounded suddenly, causing her to gulp...she really hoped it wasn't for her.

The first sentences though the PA were from Esha Patel's fearful voice, "This is the Chief speaking— everyone stop what your doing, we're going into lockdown! This isn't a drill! I repeat, Resurgam's locking down!" As the cry roared through the building, the bright lights were dimmed to a faint glow and red exit lights shone the best. "Everyone remain where they are, cancel any operations...Just stay safe!" As soon as the woman finished, the injured boy fled the room with rocky hops.

"Gary, no—didn't you hear her? It's dangerous!" Alyssa chased after the orphan, now scared for what was happening or about to come down on this normally peaceful establishment. She wanted to tug him back to the room, but the powerful revelation on his face prevented her from blocking him. All she ended up doing was following him with hands closed near her chest in fright of what was at the end of the dusky corridor.

"There's somebody I gotta find...just stick behind me, it'll be fine...!" The leading child claimed as he continued to boldly press forward. As they proceeded deeper into the darkness, the twelve year-old felt a hand holding onto the back of his faded shirt. He had no map of the area, only his guts and instincts... Little did he know, the announcements weren't over.

The second voice broadcasted was more daunting. "Prisoner CR-SO1, remain where you are. Otherwise we won't hesitate to shoot. You broke your contract, now it's over." The girl clung onto the first word as her horror escalated to new heights; her feet threaded lightly while her hands gripped instead of pinching the clothing of the now uncertain companion.

The pair marched until the first string of gunshots rang throughout the building. Chaos and turmoil filled their hearts when they discovered that a nightmare had just entered the lives of everyone in the hospital.

End Notes:

The turning point is just around the corner~ (no pun intended...)

Chapter 10-11 (There's a chance it may just be one chapter, depends how much I condense...) Is where the happy times go bye-bye...well, at least that much is obvious.

I mean, if anybody stalked me the past few months on DA, you probably know whats going to happen next...well, it's probably not. Anyways, looks like I finally kicked Alicia out of the note area, so all the extra things go to me..since I am considering this to be my last fanfic piece (if I go too slowly, that is...) I have a few questions...

1. Really, what do you think is going to happen next? . Doesn't matter how obvious it is, spill the beans on me. Tell me who's going to get hurt and who's going to be just fine...

2. Gimme a wild guess on the identity thief's real identity. I hope I driven you all in the right direction to have the suspicions I'm looking for...

3. When you saw the beginning of this chappy, we're you totally expecting something but then got disappointed cause I took you back in time instead? Hehe, love time travel— I knew the middle part would've been a bit boring with Hank and another OC (and Alyssa) so I just threw that out to get you through it.

4. Hm... Which part are you liking the most so far?

That's it, the chapter will be up before July, probably...