A month had past. The ghosts were beginning to doubt they were being collected to open the eye of hell. When Cyrus had caught them he had started as soon as he had The Juggernaut.

The First Born Son tapped the glass separating him from The Hammer, trying to get the large man's attention "George. Do you think he might just be collecting us so that no one else can have us?"

George shrugged slightly, not really paying much attention to Billy "It's a possibility."

With this said he turned his focus back to where it was before Billy had asked his question. Towards Tori. She wasn't doing to well. She hadn't really woken up since the night she had arrived. She would move if one of the other ghosts tried to talk to her, but otherwise stayed curled up in her little ball. All the ghost, even Ryan, were worried about her.

Ryan scratched the glass separating him from Tori. She lifted her head and stared at him. Ryan grinned, glad he'd gotten her attention. He had been trying for the last four hours. "Tori. Do you remember how you died?"

Tori rolled over and set her key in the snow. Ryan winced slightly. The wounds on her legs had gotten worse, some had even appeared on her wrists. Tori pulled herself forward, until she could lean against the glass next to Ryan and reached for her key. When it was safely in her grip she answered Ryan's question. "I don't remember. I was in my cell in the asylum, then suddenly I was outside in the snow. I was scared so I stayed where I was, waiting for my doctor to come get me, but whenever someone came near they didn't pay any attention."

"She was murdered."

The ghosts looked up. They'd been concentrating so hard on Tori that they had failed to notice the man that captured them come into the basement. Tori whimpered softly and returned to the corner of her cube. Ryan growled and attacked the wall of glass between him and the man. The man laughed and tapped the glass door of Tori's cube. "Do you want to hear what happened to you my little Frozen Victim?"

Tori nodded slowly. The Dire Mother turned her attention to her son, she wasn't interested in how the other ghosts died. Ryan leaned his cage against the glass between his and Tori's cubes. He knew it would hurt Tori more to know how she had died, but it was her chose. The man leaned against George's cell, opposite to Tori's, ignoring him when he slammed his hammer against the glass. "You remember why you were put in the asylum?" He waited until Tori nodded before continuing. "Your precious doctor took you from your cell when you showed no sign of recovery. Figured no one would miss you. You didn't have a family. He took you into the forest, bound your wrists and ankles, tied you to a tree and raped you." The ghosts that had been listening gasped slightly and glanced at Ryan, who stayed quiet and didn't show a reaction. "When he was done he took a scalpel and cut your legs and wrists. He left you to bleed to death, but the cold prevented you from dieing that way. Instead you passed out from blood loss and froze."

Tears slipped from Tori's eyes, but like all the other times she had cried they froze before they could fall to the snow below. "How do you know so much."

The man shrugged, laughing softly at Tori's pain. "When they found your body he confessed and told them everything. Needless to say he wasn't allowed near female patents after that. They actually killed him, even though he was doing everyone a favour by removing you from the world."

With all that said the man left the basement. Tori leaned back against the glass, wiping away her tears before they could fall. Ryan watched the young ghost, concerned. He had grown attached to her in the past month. She listened to him, despite Dana's warning, and accepted his pitiful attempts of conversation. After a few moments he decided to talk to her. "Are you alright Tori?"

Tori smiled weakly, nodded and crawled towards Ryan. All the ghosts had noticed that after failing to stand the first night she had taken to crawling around her cube. She leaned against the glass. Ryan stroked the glass where her head lay, imagining to himself that he was stroking her hair. "What did he mean when he said the world was better without you?"

Tori sighed "I was abandoned as a baby. The orphanage never named me, I had to wait until I was sent to the asylum for a name. The other children all bullied me and laughed at me. The nameless freak. When I was ten I killed all the other children. Took a knife and cut them from their mouth to their ears. Gave them Cheshire smiles. A reason to laugh." She turned so she could see Ryan. "The first night I was warning you not to laugh at me. I didn't know you were already dead."

Ryan laughed softly and continued to stroke the glass. Tori played with her key. She wasn't sure why she was so attached to it, but since she had died she couldn't bear to abandon it. When she had was being forced into the containment cell she had dropped it and ran back to retrieve it, even though she was scared of the strange men. "Ryan. What do you think that man wants with us?"

Ryan shrugged. If the man wasn't going to open the eye, then none of the ghosts knew why they had been captured.

The doors of the cells began opening. A voice filled the basement, which the ghosts recognized as belonging to the man that had imprisoned them. The ghosts listened, to make sure that the cells weren't being opened as a trap. "You are being given free reign of the basement. You may do as you please to The Frozen Victim. I don't need her anymore."

Tori's eyes widened. When her cube opened she began to crawl away from the ghosts that had already been freed. The Angry Princess touched The Victim's shoulder, trying to calm her. Tori screamed and stabbed her key into one The Princess' gashes. Dana screamed in pain and let Tori go.

When the pain cleared Dana couldn't see Tori anywhere "Tori. We won't hurt you. Come back."

Dana looked backwards when she heard Ryan's cell slide open.

The Jackal stood at the opening, his head lowered. He began to laugh wildly, until the sound filled the basement. Dana looked at the other freed ghosts. They all understood the same thing.

They had to find The Victim before The Jackal did.