"Daddy, what's wrong? Isn't mama coming home?" Those large onyx eyes just stared right through him.

Now how was he to put it, this time?

"I'm sorry that your mother's crazy. I'd apologize to marrying her and making you, but I won't. If I'd've married someone else and had a child with that delusion, that kid wouldn't be you?"

No!

There had to be one way he could put it.

"She's not coming home, is she?" his heart almost broke at her shattered tone. It was barely spoken, but not yet whispered.

He crouched down to her level. "No, baby. Not yet, I don't think."

She closed her little eyes hard, wanting everything to just disappear. And disappear now. "How long does she got to stay?"

Noah frowned. "Well, from today? She's got a little over five months left."

Morgan sighed her defeat. "I guess it's better than never seeing her again. Will the government let me see her?"

Noah flinched. This was another question that had no easy answer. What was he suppose to tell her? The government deamed her mother unfit (dangerous) to be around? He tried to be gentle. "Listen to me, sweetheart, you're not old enough to see her," he lied.

Morgan scowled viciously at the ground. "I hate them!" She yelled.

In the past, he'd've been horrified at her words. But today, he could've smiled at that. He felt the same in exactly every way. "Yeah, me too."

"I hope mama gets out alright."

A bolt of confusion ran through Noah. That reminded him of something Izzy said when he'd seen her last. "By the time they're done with me, you won't recognize a hair on my head."

Was Izzy trying to tell him something? Or was it just another piece of her delusions?

Izzy stared out her bars, longingly, wanting out more than nothing else in the world. It had been her first week in this white-washed craze. She'd seen her mother a few days ago. She'd said hi. She barely recognized the woman who'd brought her into this world.

True, her mother hadn't been the most open person, but Izzy always did secretly thank her mother for making her. For if she hadn't, who knows?- she might have never met Noah. And then Morgan would never have been born.

She sighed deeply. DNA can be hard to escape, but it's not impossible, she'd found. In fact, when she'd gone on Total Drama, she escaped it altogether.

"I wonder how Noah's doing with Morgan," she mused quietly to herself. "I hope they're having a lot more fun than me. I miss them so much."

Izzy could cry, but Kaleidoscope wouldn't let her. Neither would Explosivo, Esquire, or Brainzilla. And what the majority wanted the majority got. She knew that better than anyone.

"Well, what do you guys want?!" She hissed at herself.

Brainzilla answered first. "What do you think we want?" She snapped harshly at Izzy.

"I don't know! Onions?"

Brainzilla was partially taken aback for a second. "What? No! We want..." She whispered the rest, concerned one of the government employees might hear her.

Realization dawned on Izzy's face. "Oh... that could work!"

The others nodded their agreements.

Oh, it would work. They'd make sure of it, if it killed them.

"What are you doing?" Called out an on-shift guard. "Quiet down, and go to sleep."

It had been three weeks since Noah had gone to see Izzy. The distance between them was really starting to takes its toll.

At night, Noah found it hard to fall asleep, his mind always wandering to his incarcerated wife. He often wondered what she did in the asylum. Or if she even found it fun. He had high suspicions that she did.

But why? It was just something Izzy would enjoy and think of as a temporary vacation.

He found himself wryly chuckling at the thought. He could almost hear their conversation now, on the day he'd get her out.

"Iz, it's time to get out of here now."

A slight frown would be on her face. "Aw, but Noah! I'm having so much fun."

He'd smile at that. "Yes, Izzy, but we have a child to raise, remember?"

"We have a kid? OH MY GOD, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

He'd face-palm and groan at her forgetfulness. "Please tell me we are not having this conversation AGAIN?"

She'd just laugh in her crazy way, and shake it off. "Okay, I'm ready to leave. But can we come back again soon? I think you'd really like it here. The people are so nice!"

Noah would just be desperate to get her out. "Yeah, yeah, you'll be back real soon. Now, let's go."

He closed his eyes. "Yeah, that'd be a great way to get her back," he mused as he drifted off from exhaustion itself.

His dreams consisted of a certain crazy ginger, that night.