Well, here's chapter two. Some things are revealed.

Things at Metroplex were quite for the past week until the incident happened.

Zak was with his psychiatrist, Dr. Mizuki when it happened. The old doctor, who would sometimes rant off at how he'd love a tiger for a pet, was trying to get Zak to talk about something, anything. Zak hadn't spoken a word since the disastrous introductions a week ago.

"Zak, if you don't talk, you'll just stay here longer."

Zak had heard the same from Miranda, but he didn't care anymore. He belonged there after what he did.

Dr. Mizuki was about to speak when it happened. There was a sudden shriek and then followed by a blood-curdling scream. Zak jumped up from his seat and went to look out the door.

Down the hall, Tica was on the ground clutching her hands over her face. Her mask was gone. Francis was on the ground too and was kicking away the nurses, screaming all the while. Dr. Mizuki quickly went down the hall to help.

"You take care of Tica, let me talk to Francis." He told the nurses. He knelt down next to Francis. "Francis, calm down. No one's going to touch you. See, my hands are behind my back."

Zak saw Francis calm down instantly and picked himself up. He left, probably to his room, like nothing happened. Tica was better too, one of the nurses leading her back to her room. Mizuki went back to his office and told Zak to go back to his room.

Zak was escorted by Mr. Cheechoo, who was talking about to him about how nothing like that ever happened. Sure, kids got rowdy and tried to pick fights during their stay but a fight between Francis and Tica of all people was nothing short of an anomaly.

"I mean, I don't think they were hitting and stuff but they must've been arguing," Cheechoo ended with as Zak shut the door to his room on him.

Today was the first day Zak got to eat with the other kids during meal time, and although Zak could care less, everyone else saw as a big deal.

Zak sat with Miranda, Arthur, and the other kids. Tica was still missing her mask and so kept one hand over her eyes. He was beginning to get uncomfortable under the stares he was given by them, besides Tica.

He finally cracked. "What?"

Ulraj snorted. "So it speaks. I was beginning to think you were dumber than the others, if that were possible." Wadi kicked him under the table.

Francis mumbled something like the word 'filthy' under his breath. Zak turned his attention to him.

"Hey, what was that earlier?"

Everyone visibly stiffened. Almost at the same time, they all, except for Arthur and Miranda, raised their hands and asked to be moved to a different table.

Once they were settled at their new table, Zak turned to Miranda. "Okay, what was that?"

Miranda giggled. "Guilt. Don't worry; it has nothing to do with you. They just don't want to talk about it."

That just confused Zak even more. Miranda could see it on his face and explained.

"I know everything that goes on in here. I have a sister that works here as a nurse and she tells me."

"Isn't that illegal?"

Miranda shrugged. "You wanna know or what?"

Zak nodded.

"Okay, so what happened was Ulraj, in his snobby way, made a bet that if she couldn't get Tica's mask, she was worse than dirt. So Wadi did get the mask, I don't know how, and Tica was left to cover her eyes without it. She wandered into the hall and bumped into Francis and caught him off-guard. They oth screamed and panicked and you know the rest."

Zak furrowed his brows. "No, I don't know the rest. That doesn't make any sense! Why did Francis freak out so much? Why does Tica cover her eyes?!

"I'll tell you their diagnosis, but not their reasons. Ulraj, as you might have guessed has an extreme superiority complex and very narcissistic, Wadi's a kleptomaniac, Francis has OCD, and Tica is very paranoid."

Zak took a moment to let it sink in. It still didn't explain some things. He voiced his thoughts and Arthur answered. "Guess you gotta ask them yourself, Spiky-locks."

"What about you guys? What are you here for?"

"We'll tell you if you tell us," Miranda said.

"You guys first," Zak answered.

"Okay, I'm here for paranoia," Said Arthur. "I believe aliens are coming for me."

"I'm here for dementia. Living by myself in the middle of nowhere wasn't good for my health," Miranda said. "Tell us your case, kid."

Zak shifted uncomfortably. "Well, Dr. Mizuki thinks I have split personality disorder, from what my parents told him, but since I don't talk, he's not sure."

Arthur's eyebrows shot up. "A split personality, huh? Hadn't had one those here since Van Rook."

Miranda groaned. "Don't remind me." She turned to Zak again. "So what makes Mizuki think that?"

Zak shrugged. "Well, sometimes I have outbursts and say things I'd never say or do things I'd never do. Like…"

"Like what?" Arthur prompted.

Zak looked down and said in a whisper, "Like killing my uncle…."

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