Author's Note: I'm not sure with this chapter. How I like it, I mean. I just need it to move the story along. Plus, I'm very tired... but I just HAD to update. Maybe the chapter's good though? Maybe it isn't? There is a few bits, here and there, that are quite important though– Just for the record. Reviewing for this chapter... Maybe on... something. What you think is important? Predictions? Anything? Encouragement to not give up? Anything?

Chapter 19

A suggestion

Melissa rushed into the living room in shock, staring at the young man (who she still didn't know the name of) as he tried to push himself off of the floor, mumbling. Jonathan stood next to her, staring at him, surprise on his face. The surprised expression, though, was not in anyway good. The boy let out shout of a mumble, his words with a gurgling sound to them, as he lifted his head. His eyes opened to the two of them- Melissa and Jonathan- who stared back with a shocked expression.

For a few moments, it seemed as if the air in Jonathan's home was thick. So thick that nobody was able to breath. It was suffocation . Or maybe it was the tension that was thick. Either way- all three of them stood motionless– except for the unknown young man, who was laying on the floor after rolling off the couch. Melissa's eyes flicked between the rat, No-name, and Jonathan. Jonathan's eyes were still wide with surprise, but also seemed darkened with anger.

"Don't move." Jonathan said in a voice that was barely a whisper, barely moving his lips. "He might think it's a dream."

No-name's eyelids dropped as his head sank to the floor once more. Melissa let out a soft breath of relief. He was letting himself sleep again- or so it would seem until the next moment arrived. In what seemed like a rush, No-name had again lifted his head, and also pushed himself off the floor. He pushed himself onto his knuckles and knees slowly, carefully, groggily. Then slowly up to his feet, holding his hands out for balance.

"Are you sure?" Melissa asked quietly with quirked brow, staring at No-name, "Because I don't think it's working." She couldn't bite back the sourness in her voice. The boy's eyes meet Melissa's. Confusion. Then his eyebrows sank, his eyes narrowing in a suspicious scowl.

Jonathan slowly stepped away from No-name, holding his arm out slightly, trying to hint to Melissa to do the same. "Melissa-" Jonathan said, glancing over to her, "Come here. Now."

"Why?" She asked as she leaned away from No-name, who was leaning forward, attempting to walk.

"It isn't the right drug."

"What?" Melissa asked with bewilderment, having a trouble keeping her voice down.

"He could have... a type of Excited delirium set in if he drank the whole vial."

"Excited what?"

"Just come here. Now. Move slowly- don't make him feel threatened. Now." Jonathan again commanded, holding him arm out, keeping his eyes on No-name. Melissa glanced back to Jonathan's hand then back to No-name hesitantly. Melissa took a step back, a step towards Jonathan and away from Charlie, but her timing seemed to be off.

In the instant that she picked her foot off of the ground to step back, No-name launched himself at her with a growl. From Melissa's point of view, the situation was going slowly. It was a moment that she knew it was going to happen, but still too shocked to prevent it. Jonathan though, Jonathan had been faced with split-second decision-making actions at the asylum before. He was Dr. Jonathan Crane, after all. And because he was Dr. Jonathan Crane, he knew what was going to happen, and wasn't too shocked to prevent it. With a quick, firm shove- Melissa was out of the way. There was not enough time for Jonathan to move though, and he was caught in the path of No-name.

Melissa, from the force of Jonathan's hands, had been shoved against the wall and had the air knocked out of her. It took her a few split-seconds to regain breath, to regain a grip on the situation. When her navy eyes turned over to look at the scene that she had avoided- Jonathan and No-Name were on the kitchen floor, No-Names hands around Jonathan's neck. Jonathan's mouth was trying to gasp for breath, No-names face contorted in an enraged feature.

"Stop!" Melissa shouted at No-name, rushing to him, trying to pull on one of his arms to loosen his grip. She hardly had an effect on the situation. She tried to pull him away from Jonathan. Jonathan was trying to push No-Name away. No-Name face was determined, though. He whipped an arm back, pushing Melissa away from him before tightening his grip around Jonathan's neck.

Melissa lifted herself off the floor, catching a glimpse of Jonathan's face. His eyes were closed tightly, face twisted with pain, his mouth still attempting to breathe in air. It surprised her that No-name hadn't yet broken Jonathan's neck with how tight he was gripping. Melissa's eyes were glued to his pained face, his face that was starting to turn a shade of blue from lack of oxygen. When would his face turn the same shade of his eyes, she wondered.

Melissa swiftly moved past the two of them, grabbing a handle that was standing out of the kitchen sink. Holding that handle firmly, she turned back to the two of them, glaring at the back of No-Names head. She brought whatever she was holding across the back of his head, before letting it drop to the floor. No-name was once again unconsciously, falling off to the side of Jonathan.

Jonathan instantly began coughing, his hands rubbing his throat, eyes still tightly closed. Melissa dropped beside him, "You're alright, Jonathan."

He nodded his head, still coughing as he pushed himself off the floor.

"What did you do?" Jonathan asked in between coughs, looking to Melissa. Melissa look to the floor. The handle was next to Jonathan's feet. On the end of that handle was a thin pan.

"Hit him with a pan."

"A pan?"

Melissa nodded, "A pan."

"He probably won't be out for long, then." Jonathan said as he looked to No-Name, watching his chest rise and fall to make sure he was breathing. Jonathan stood up, looking down to No-Name. He motioned for Melissa to grab one of his arms, of which she did, and he grabbed the other. Together, they pulled No-Name out. Jonathan nodded for them to go to the door. "We need to move."

No more words were exchanged between the two until they had gotten No-Name into the back seat of Jonathan's car. They had only run into one other person on the way to the car, and that was in the parking lot. Jonathan laughed as the person gave them curious looks and called out 'too much to drink too early!'. The person only nodded and gave an understanding grin– if he really believed them or not was hard to tell- but he wasn't about to dig himself a grave by investigating further. And once Melissa was in the passenger's seat and Jonathan had turned on the engine, she glanced back to No-name, then back to Jonathan.

"Are we going to have time to take him to the factory?"

Jonathan said nothing for a few silent moments, staring out of the windshield. "I don't know." And this was something that was inflicting doubts in Jonathan's mind. If he woke up before they got to the factory– he may be able to escape in one way or another. Or maybe he could just single to a passing car. Maybe that car would belong to an idealist... That'd just be a delay, if not a complete stop, to all of his work. His work over years and years of studying the affects of certain drugs and the affects that those certain drugs have while mixed.

Jonathan pulled out of the parking lot, his mind obviously on No-Name and the amount of time they had before he'd awake.

"There's closer places you could take him to... Momentarily, at least."

Jonathan glared in annoyance,. "And to what place do you suggest, Melissa?" His voice full of bitterness, "Where can I bring him, hm? I'd love to hear any ideas."

Melissa sat silent, staring at him. It caused Jonathan to shake his head in annoyance.

"The Asylum." Melissa said carefully, watching him, waiting for a reaction. "I mean... You're the head psychologist. You're the director, aren't you? If you say that he is crazy– they'll believe you, won't they? You don't really need papers, do you?"

Jonathan looked to Melissa. He had gotten her out of the asylum without any troubles. Why should be putting someone in be any trouble?

"After you put him in... You can basically just make up some story and some record for him, can't you?"

"It'd give me time to get the proper drug... From there- we could just move him to the factory."

"Exactly." Melissa nodded a few times. "What do you think of the idea?"

Jonathan looked away from him as he pulled onto one of the main roads of the Narrows. "I have got a few things to check up on." Jonathan guessed that Melissa would dismiss this as work- and, in a way, it was... Alex was his patient, after all.