Now first off, I haven't been here in a while I know sorry, you guys and gals have been waiting more than a month for this to come up. I have one thing which is responsible for the blasphemy of not updating, EXAMS and starting more bloody work... (Please forgive me :C) Its self explanatory okay. But anyway let me begin with the thanks Swirlingdreamkeeper, PriniPanda, ellen neah, giuliakubik20, lazyday33, Zaleska, Mortician of the Undead, RedHotChillySteppers2008, Lupi-wolf, Luna lily moon, meangirl8, teamhalo13, FaithfulReader92 and kakashiluckyblackcat (I think that's everybody). Thanks seriously, you people must think I'm mad.

Taylor is freaking away! most people think it would end there but no, I have some unfinished business in this story yet *rolls up sleeves and looks at book*. If your wondering when this chapter is set its on the 20th of September 2013, two days after Waylon has escaped, I believe Taylor and I lost track of time while navigating the asylum and trying to stay away from its inhabitants.

SONGS

+ Johnny Cash - Gods Gonna Cut You Down + La dispute - Such small hands

The drive back, oh god, that drive. Taylor knew not to turn on the radio, the static gave her an awful chill when she reached the jamming threshold on her first trip. It looked like morning though, probably afternoon, but looking at the clock on the dash it was 9:50 in the Colorado woods, a rather nice sight to see compared to the concrete walls and mesh gates. To see the sun poking through the treetops, to hear birds and to see the occasional deer, the relief was great but she know her dreams would react differently. Taylor wanted to stop and enjoy the bliss, get out and enjoy the chilled September air before hitting the suburban roads, but she had to make it to Waylon's.

Another hour later she was driving down the right street, looking for Waylon's house, she drove slowly, exhaled as she spotted his house and pulled up onto the curb next to a red land rover I like vehicle. Taylor unclipped her seatbelt and looked into the back of her car, reaching for her spare set of clothes she kept for wandering around town when she got the chance. Taylor grabbed her clothes and Eddie's file then got out and locked the car. When she stepped onto the path Waylon's front door opened and he emerged with a few boxes and two boys came rushing out behind him.

"Nice to see you survived" Waylon said casually hefting the box into the boot of his family seater parked in front of the rover, you could see he was slightly limping.

"Likewise" Taylor spoke "Can we er... go inside, I kinda need to change" she looked at herself in her bloodied clothing, the red mostly covered the previously white lab coat, Waylon nodded.

"Kids go and sit in the front room" Waylon asked the small laddies and they both sprinted back in obeying their father's command, they both clearly didn't want to be moving away from home boxes today, today? today?!, what day even is it? Taylor thought.

Taylor followed Waylon into his house, a nice little suburban house, it was very cleanly kept and nice smelling, it probably had one of those automatic air fresheners that gave her shock whenever she went to her aunt's house, sneaky things. Waylon was limping still, no way that felt good. The wood flooring was a nice change, all clean and no broken floorboards or massive splinters begging to be stepped on. We walked into the kitchen, a canny size open kitchen with a breakfast bar slam in the middle of it, black sparkling clean marble bench tops with sleek white cupboards going all the way round the room. There was a woman there packing up some expensive looking cups and saucers into a cardboard box.

"Taylor, Lisa. Lisa, honey this is Taylor" Waylon leaned on the counter near Lisa, looking at her as she stopped and turned. He's tried to explain previously what he'd done and expected his wife to start shouting at Taylor but she looked calmly, smiled and put her glasses on the top of her head.

"Oh my, let me get a first aid kit" Lisa spoke shocked as she looked at Taylor, she was no were near as injured as Waylon but there was a fair amount of blood on those bandages, The dark-blonde haired woman leant and reached for the green box on the top shelf of one of the cupboards.

"I'm fine, seriously, I think my first aid involves a cup of tea rather than clean bandages" Taylor removed her lab coat and put it onto the breakfast bar hoping the Park's would be fine with it, I mean you wouldn't like it if someone put a bloodied rag on your kitchen bench. it clunked with the noise of Blaire's breitling then she put a clean set of clothes next to it.

"How the fuck did you get away? you distracted him, and he was very, very persistent" Waylon asked Taylor as his wife shook her head, she doesn't like the unnecessary use of profanity in the house, especially when the boys were only down the hall. Waylon moved along the counter and put the kettle on and then remove some china cups out of the box his Lisa had just packed.

"Its a long story. How's the ankle?" Taylor asked as she continued to insist she was fine to Lisa.

"Well better than my mental state I guess. Gonna need therapy for what I saw though" Waylon spoke, Taylor isn't know wither to take it as a joke or not, she couldn't tell with the tone he was taking, but it was more likely heavily serious. "You're going to have to go to hospital with deep cuts like that" he added as he started to make the tea and coffee's.

"And say what I fell over on the pavement? or sorry I had to come here but I kinda got chopped up by psychopaths in a secret facility over in that general direction" Taylor laughed as she pointed over at Mount Massive, and that was an alternative to swearing as Lisa cleaned up the slashes on her arms.

"He's right you know, you should get these seen to. What did you do to get these?" Lisa asked quietly as her husband continued to make the brews, Waylon didn't want her to know what horrors resided in that so called 'asylum'.

"Took a wrong turn too quick" Taylor squeeze her holy hand and it still hurt like hell "Chanced an insult with a schizophrenic" Taylor pointed to her cut across the right side of her face "Didn't listen to an inbred's commands" she ran her fingers along the cuts on her forearm "This shoulder I'd had a little misunderstanding. Not as bad as getting shrapnel in it though" Taylor felt a little better after listing off her ailments, even though she was suppressing nasty words while Lisa cleaned her wounds.

"There's this guy who can get things sorted. I met him a few days before I blew the whistle" Waylon spoke as he put the milk back into the fridge.

"Good luck contacting him again with Murkoff snapping at your heels" Taylor grabbed the tea with her right hand, her left started to tremble with remembering Trager. Stop it Taylor thought like she was scolding her body naughty puppy.

"There fresh bandages on everything" Lisa smiled "I was a trainee nurse but..." she continued as she picked up her coffee and blew it.

"Kids happened" Waylon interrupted as he sipped at his drink.

The kitchen was reduced to a quieter atmosphere, Taylor was happy with her tea, even with it being a less tasteful American brand it was nice to have a brew, a British person can only survive so long without those cuppas and maybe even less without a decent scone. "Bathroom?" Taylor asked as she put her cup down and picked up her fresh clothes.

"Along the hall and too your left" Lisa pointed along the hall and smiled.

"Cheers" Taylor wandered along the halls, they were decorated with warm orange wallpaper and covered in pictures of Waylon's family. It was a much better contrast to peeling off white and broken floorboards prone to give you splinters. Was the worst behind her though? she probably had to run away from Murkoff now for the rest of her life.

At least her bloodied clothes could be removed. Taylor grasped the door knob and twisted it, open the door cautiously, it was going to be a habit that will stick with her forever now. A pristine bathroom, white and black marble and a large bath. Taylor sighed happily and closed the door, backing up and slid to the floor slowly wanting to huddle herself up and wake up, to go back to the day before shit hit the fan and stop it happening. Taylor shook her head it had happened now and there wasn't a God damn thing she could do about it, why did she have to have such conflicting feelings? She knew that some doctors who'd work with patients could crack and their bodies could have sympathy pains for the patient, sympathy pains, that's lightly put, meaning getting some form of mental illness because of your surroundings, getting it from other people.

Not the time to contemplate. You're fine. YOU. ARE. OKAY. Taylor kept repeating to herself. A moment later she'd kicked off her boots and changed into her fresh clothes, it felt like the time she changed back into what she was wearing now, after her dance, after that dress. Taylor put on her black jeans and fastened her belt before pulling her favourite ACDA tank top on her she winced as it caught her bandaged forearm. Ow. Taylor carried her jacket and dirty clothes realising she had left Eddie's file on the kitchen bench "bollocks, man" Taylor swore as she emerged from the bathroom and began to pace back to the kitchen.

Lisa sat at the bench and Waylon was still drinking his coffee. "Alright?" Lisa asked, she looked worried.

"Nah, not really. Just want to sit somewhere out the way" Taylor bit her lip, thank God that they didn't look, but I wouldn't put it passed Waylon to. "I need to burn this stuff" Taylor put her jacket on the bench next to the file.

"The bin is out there, give me them" Waylon gestured for the clothes, Taylor passed them over and then stopped him as he opened the door, she reached over and went into her lab coat pocket pulling out the breitling and took off the ID badge.

"Just so I never forget this shit" Taylor sounded rather unsure, she didn't want to remember and she didn't want to forget it, it was really something that shouldn't be remembered for the sake of her mental health and it shouldn't be forgot for the sake of her relationship with Eddie.

"Waylon walked out his back door and left Lisa to talk to Taylor. "He's been worried that no one will believe him. I said that we should wait for you to back us up" Lisa fiddled with her glasses.

"They'll believe him if they just take a trip u there" Taylor answered "Not that I recommended it" she continued as she pointed at her holy left hand. Lisa smiled then Waylon came back though the door closing it quite cautiously as if he was still worried about something.

"I best be on my way then" Taylor backed away from the bench holding her file and Eddie's jacket.

"Just be safe, I need another person to back me up if this begins to go south again" Waylon said, Taylor looked at Lisa acknowledging that she was right in our previous conversation.

"Yeah, I don't know what I'm going to do know" Taylor added as she followed Waylon back through his house and seen Lisa go into the sitting room to probably to check on her kids.

"I don't know if Murkoff will have any influence on you not getting another job" Waylon opened his front door and seen Taylor blank a bit, he waved his hand in front of her.

"I can't get away, I'm too involved" Taylor itched her face where the slash was. "I need to get some form of closure for him" she looked at Waylon and seen shock.

"You.. You didn't... You're crazy!" Waylon looked at her hand and was obviously referring to the ring. "Closure? he's a fucking psychopath" he whispered loudly trying not to get the attention of his family in the nearby living room.

"Well maybe that's what you think and to tell you the truth I don't know what my mind is set on right now" Taylor took a breath and tried not to seem angry at Waylon "I want to at least try and do something I think that's right out of all the bullshit I've done... Don't you?... redeem yourself?"

"You're thinking about the future when you haven't even got over your past, how are you going to manage with his as well?..." Waylon said angrily knowing that was a dig at him when he replaced a technician on his last day.

"You're not her mother. Now we best bee off too" Lisa turned around and shouted for her kids to come to the front door.

The good mannered Taylor returned "I'm going to say good luck, Waylon, I'll see you when I see you" And with that Taylor backed up, she kept her eyes on Waylon then finally turned to face her car. Taylor stopped dead in the middle of the path. "You're crazy!". For a few seconds that should have been filled with an apology she reclaimed herself and went for her car.

Unlocking her car Taylor plonked down on her seat and opened up Eddie's file staring at the front page, Patient name, patient number, patient admittance date, patient location, consulting doctor and family contact details, that of which was left blank. She'd only ever read the whole thing through once, and didn't like to look at the photos which had 'detailed' explanations attached to them, even though the majority of the most explicit ones had been taken by Eddie. Taylor had flitted through it loads of times but she had to remind herself where it all began, she opened the front showing a contents page and then a spreadsheet of the medicine, scheduled engine 'therapy' sessions, lots of dates of consultations as well as list of days in solitary confinement. Then an information page, D.O.B, photo on entry, height, weight, reason for incarceration etc then an address. It was only a few miles away... A knock at her window nearly made her jump out her seat. But it was only Waylon.

"Sorry..." Waylon dipped his head and waited for Taylor to reply, he didn't get it "Listen, Taylor, between the former Nazi scientist, nano tech and MKULTRA I wouldn't put it passed Murkoff to have another place like Mount Massive. Just watch out okay, I seen your name on a list of former female employees, could be nothing but I'm sure I seem engine program somewhere stuffed next to them. Look out and I'll find you when this clears up" Waylon tapped the car roof trying to reassure Taylor as he walked back to his car. Well that did not sound good. Where they going to make her a patient or just fire her?

Taylor started up the car and drove away slowly, seeing a black shady car at the end of the street, driving passed it there was a business man that stepped out of the car and went into his house, that was a nice sight to see and for it not to be some Murkoff bastard. Taylor glanced in her rear view mirror and seen the Park's fade off into the distance, sad really, Taylor would've like to have got to know the family, hopefully no harm will come to them. Taylor looked back at the road and continued to Eddie's childhood home. Her memory of the area was a little fuzzy road layouts had probably changed and it still frustrated her about the complete lack of roundabouts. It was around quarter to one on a lovely sunny day that she arrived on a quiet street it looked like a place where every neighbour would know your business.

The house was dethatched and had a worn picket fence, the grass looked like it was brown and dying, the house looked like it hadn't been lived in in years. Taylor looked at the house as she pulled alongside a old Volvo estate which had its boot open trying not to look too intrigued. It was difficult to not think suspiciously of a black car parked outside a quiet area. Taylor pushed the button for the window to go down, the sun shone into her car and she squinted and reached for her pilot sunglasses.

"Can I help you?" A plump woman emerged seemingly out of nowhere and made Taylor jump again, what was it with people frightening her in her own car?

"Yeah, you can actually" Taylor tried to look past the woman and at the house but she blocked the view "Where's the home owner?" Taylor enquired.

"I can't tell you that, sorry" The woman walked to the back of her car and began to some boxes into it.

Taylor stopped the engine, got out of her car and shoved her keys into her pockets. I hope I don't look to intimidating in all black and with bandages everywhere. "You see, I was told my fiancé's father lived here. Last name Gluskin" Taylor wandered on the sidewalk watching the woman continuing to load boxes into the back of her car.

"He never mentions much about his son" The woman replied as she looked at Taylor trying to heft a box into thr back of her estate.

"Yeah, I came to look around, our new house is kind of bare at the moment" Taylor smiled and tried to sound convincing, the woman was already leading her to the house.

"I'm going to see Mr Gluskin after this, you can follow me if you like" the woman put her hands on her hips and glanced at Taylor.

"I'd be willing to help out. I'm Taylor by the way" Taylor nodded and reached her hand out.

"Alison" she spoke as she shook Taylor's hand "I assume you've met your soon to be father-in-law?" she added as we walked to the gate of the house.

"No actually, my fiancé has been in hospital for a bit, never been formerly introduced. Eddie and him didn't really get on from what I heard" Taylor replied and of course that was putting the story in the lightest way possible.

"That's unlucky, he's a rather charming man" Alison spoke as she got out the keys for the house, Taylor swallowed the air charming is something he definitely doesn't sound like. It was getting quite warm and the house looked a little less threatening in sunlight, that was once it broke through the clouds casting a warm glow on the women outside the house. The right front window had been smashed, most likely neighborhood kids thinking they're smart throwing a brick through an old house. The paint had chipped off of the door frame and it was peeling off of the window ledges. Taylor was still looking at the outside of the house when Alison opened the faded green door.

"British racing green" Taylor smiled, it just reminded her of great classic cars old jag and such, her smiled turned neutral pretty quick when she closed the door behind her, the inside of the door was covered in small scratches and Eddie never mentioned they had a pet of any sorts. Nail marks... a desperate attempt to escape?. "How long has this house empty for?" Taylor asked as she stayed near the door looking around for Alison, then only to turn and inspect the scratches further running her hands over the small crevices.

"This house hasn't been lived in since the 2000's. Your father-in-law has been bouncing back and forth between hospitals and homes" Alison says from the what appeared to a living room.

"Is it as bad as it sounds?" Taylor leaves the door and walks to the living room, fidgeting with her bandaged hand to look uncomfortable. There was no talk at that moment, only the sound of ornaments being papered and put into boxes, you can't hardly make much peace with a dead person. "It's not curable is it" Taylor wouldn't wish death on anyone... well maybe one person.

"I don't think you'll want to hear it before you get married." Alison walked passed Taylor with the box and put it next to the door then trotted over to the stairs and then rested her hand on the lower part of the bannister.

"I have to know?" Taylor asked if I could get Eddie out and get him to face his father... no... am I mad! he'll either go mad or cower behind me.

"Pancreatic cancer" Alison said slowly and hen trod up the stair, she didn't get halfway up before Taylor replied.

"Metastatic or early stages?... Has it spread?" Taylor shouted slightly by accident, now the big C is the shittest thing to get in the world even if you get rid of it, it can come back more violent, Taylor took a deep breath and shut her eyes tight.

"You sound like a doctor..." Alison reached the top of the stairs, then Taylor decided to step to join her, Taylor took another deep breath and took off her sunglasses clipping them onto her top. The sound of the floorboards almost reminded her of the asylum. Almost.

"I've had experiences with it" Taylor sighed and looked at Alison still waiting for an answer, Taylor found it worrying ow easy the care worker could be manipulated into talking to a complete stranger.

"Stage 3... you'll want to hope he has his bearings today, the other nurses feel rather threatened by him when he's angry" Alison answered wandered into one of the rooms.

"Well then..." Taylor sighed, bugs are crawling on him, it isn't him, why is he swearing? its the drugs, its not him she shook her head fast not wanting to remember that bad patch in her life. Does the electric even work in this house now? Taylor distracted herself with the light switch... No. I don't wish death upon anyone. No seriously that's horrible, even for a person who I hardly know anything about.

"I'm clearing out the master bedroom" Alison popped her head round the door looking at me, she then pointed to the room opposite "That's your fiancé's old room" the woman smiled probably trying to help with the information she had just given to Taylor.

"Right" Taylor nodded and felt spaced out in this house, the entire energy of the house just felt wrong, it wasn't a heavy blanket it was more of a uneven shroud covering the upstairs parts of the house. Taylor pushed the charcoal coloured door and it creaked open loud and low, Taylor pushed it open faster to quicken the awful sound.

The room, Eddie's childhood room, how long did you spend in here? Taylor stepped into the middle of the medium sized room. There wouldn't really be much to take back to the car but it wouldn't stop Taylor from giving the room a good look around.

Taylor sat on the queen size bed and looked around the room, she turned her head slowly to look around the room, she just didn't know how to feel...Then she got onto the floor hands and knees investigating underneath the bed. Shoeboxes. Three. "What are you holding?" Taylor spoke to herself as she reached for the boxes. A corner of one of them came into contact with her injured hand, "Ah ya bugger" she cursed under her breath. She reached for the shoebox3es more carefully this time.

"Is everything aright?" Taylor heard Alison shout from the other room.

"Yeah!" She shouted back as she felt for the other two. Taylor stayed on the carpeted floor and sat cross legged, she opened up the shoebox labelled 'Mother', it was wrote elegantly and neatly, opening the box there was old paper taking the paper from the top and putting into her free hand she carefully sifted to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the hard object she felt, it was a cameo broach. "Wow" Taylor smiled as she placed it on the top of the other pieces of paper in the box.

"Are you anywhere near finished?" Alison stood at the door, she didn't give Taylor anytime to answer "I'm going to clear out the other rooms, m'kay" She smiled and closed the door, Taylor just shrugged and her attention was brought to more scratches on the door, she vented a sorrowful sigh. You poor man. Taylor stared down at the piece of paper in her hand, setting down the box back on the floor she gripped the page with both hands and began to read.

"Dear mother, I write this down because I cannot say this to you in person" Taylor read nothing more out loud because of the fear that Alison might hear. This letter looked to be written to get rid of anger, all his frustration and anxiety. It ended with Eddie 'praying' to his mother, asking for forgiveness before running away and abandoning his father.

"You did the right thing. But whose to say you got away?" Taylor dropped her hands and tilted her head back exhaling loudly, she put the paper back and closed the lid on the past of Eddie's mother. The next box she opened was labelled 'School', the writing upon it looked like it was hastily scribbled. Opening the shoebox there was fabric and when Taylor pulled it out it was like a little throw made up of small squares of fabric. No wonder that dress was like that, you did textiles. The rest of it was books all staining yellow with age and brooding a old stink, English was always an interesting subject to study. Taylor often wondered what American children learned in their literature lessons, certainly not Of Mice and Men and/or an inspector Calls bloody worthless secondary English. Just flitting through the book Taylor could see that Eddie enjoyed a little doodle every now and then, a flag for a creative mind. Putting that book down and going through the box she found a letter, this time it didn't look like Eddie's handwriting, a high school love letter how sweet and from a brave girl, it was from an Abigail, a later to be an unfortunate Abigail who got mutilated for refusing marriage.

"Our past is catching up to us I question you not for not fighting back when I know you can" Eddie's words echoed in Taylor's head, this is the part where the past grabs you and reminds you that it's still there and that it's going to hurt you a lot more than you realise.

"Why aren't you labelled?" Taylor spoke as she looked at the last shoebox, she placed the 'School' one on top of the 'mother' box and reached for the unlabelled on. Taking the lid off it carefully the box concealed one very large kitchen knife and a note along with it.

"To you, father of a pathetic son, I have often wondered why you torture me in such ways. I realise you have no excuse, no matter what you say I know you care naught for me or mother. There is little I can write down before feeling the fire of hate burn within me. Tomorrow I will push this blade into your chest were your heart shout be"

"And of course tomorrow never comes" Taylor said quietly closing the box and shoving the it far under the bed and after putting the note into the 'School' box Taylor got up and her knees popped loudly. Taylor felt emotionally drained and had an urge to look out of the window "I doubt..." she stopped her sentence as she tried to open the widow "This opens wide, yup" the stiff window opened just so you could fit your hand through, a light breeze entered the room and wasn't as refreshing as Taylor would have liked it to be.

"I'm just going down to the store, shouldn't be long!" Alison shouted as Taylor heard her go down the stairs. Once again the woman was too quick to answer. Taylor wandered back to the bed and picked up the shoeboxes into her arms. Fair enough this place hasn't been lived in in years but where's the posters? the figures? lads mags? Taylor put the boxes under her left arm and opened the door with her right stepping into the barren hallway and the closed the door on Eddie's childhood... Taylor had free reign of the house now she set the boxes down on the landing just at the top of the stairs and walked over to the master bedroom, doubt was in her mind that she'd find any letters of guilt from Eddie's father. Alison has probably cleared everything out she thought as she opened the door.

"Every nook and cranny" Taylor spoke, still taking those doors slowly as if she were still in Mount Massive, that tick still clutched her and she was annoyed that she automatically done it. The room was almost empty, it had a bed frame a dressing table and a old fashioned wardrobe, she stood in the far corner of the room trying to see if there was anything hidden on the top of the wardroom, damn you midget legs she thought to herself, but there was something on top of that wardrobe. A plan was devised and Taylor clambered onto the dressing table and reached her right arm onto the top of the wardrobe the centimetre thick dust was revolting, but the object made it worth it, a gun, a helluva lovely looking colt.

"Holy crap" Taylor coughed off the dust and dearly fell off of the dressing table "woah", she stepped down and blew on the colt, it needed a good clean taking apart and oiling sessions. I wonder if conventional weapons can kill the Walrider? who am I kidding this is just a colt with some fancy design on it, nothing can really destroy that thing.

Taylor put the colt in her jacket pocket and picked up the boxes leaving the master bedroom door open. Taylor stepped down the stairs hearing the echo of her boots go through the whole house. Taylor wandered into the living room, imagining the mantle piece being covered in photographs and a warm homely feeling washed over her as she was drawn to a medium sized cardboard box funnily enough filled with framed photos. Once again setting down Eddie's shoe boxes she found herself looking at a photo. A young woman with a small child hugging her legs, the woman had black flowing hair, she was wearing a beautiful white dress, she was smiling down at this child who also had the same jet black hair only shorter, he was wearing denim dungarees with a white t-shirt underneath. "Baby Eddie... why'd dad hate mam so much? What was the problem?" Taylor frowned, his mother was beautiful, why did his father hate his mother so much, what had she done? But there isn't much you can speculate from a picture. The front door opened and let in a gush of cold air, Taylor immediately dropped the photograph back into the box.

"Brrr, its getting chilly out there... Oh you're here, you ready?" Alison smiled as she rubbed her hands together, attempting to generate some heat in the cold house.

"Yeah" Taylor sounded uneasy the warm presence went away as soon as it hit her that she was on her way to go and confront Eddie's father.

"I'll get that box, here you can lock up" Alison passed Taylor the keys to the house then picked up the photo box, Taylor grabbed the shoeboxes and opened the door for the woman. Taylor took one last glance at the house on behalf of Eddie good luck getting rid of the residual energy in there new home owner Taylor thought as she walked out the door and turned back to close it.

"Looks like a storm is on its way" Taylor looked off into the distance to see the blackened clouds approaching a few blocks away, they walked the path and Taylor passed the keys back to Alison when they reached the woman's car as she loaded up the boot.

"We best get moving then" Alison closed the boot as she put the last of the cardboard boxes in her boot.

"Yep" Taylor began walking to her challenger "I best follow you then" Taylor smiled then got into her putting the shoeboxes on the passenger seat, taking out the colt she put that in the glove compartment next to her own desert eagle, compliments of to the American lifestyle. Alison got in her people carrier and pulled away, Taylor followed. "What am I doing? Why do I want to do this?" She spoke to herself, her car quiet with no rock music or radio playing she looked at her left hand and was reminded by the silver ring, the rubies and diamond still shining. Taylor sighed then decided to turn the radio just in time for the eleven o'clock news. Apparently not long after Taylor left Waylon's the internet blew up about Mount Massive Asylum and the mistreating of patients under the care of Murkoff, there was news vans outside the asylum unable to get any news out because of the static boosted out of the building. No doubt there would be some sorts of transportation bus for any surviving patients, good luck getting those mental instabilities normal again after seeing the Walrider.

Then there it was, the old peoples home right on the outskirts of town, it was a nice building no more than two stories, with the vibe of a hospital rather than a respite hospice, and to think there are people here that are losing their minds, slowly dying of dementia and then there's the others who cant think for themselves with little to no motor functions. Which type is Eddie's father going to be?. Taylor pulled up in the parking lot and seen a parking meter, she never had change on her, hated shrapnel and with todays prices to keep your car in a place like this it would be cheaper to pay for your car to get clamped. Taylor pulled the handbreak and took off her seatbelt, then looking next to her she grabbed the shoeboxes and Eddie's file but then she felt sorrow, was she going to torture this old man with his past? Would he reminisce? who knows.

Alison came over and knocked on the window of Taylor's car, Do NOT... oh you touched my car you cow! Taylor bit her lip she detested people touching her car, she then opened the car door and held the items in her arms closing the door with her bum and locking the door with her remote key and putting that in her leather jacket pocket, Alison stepped back.

"So your his daughter-in-law, those pictures in those shoeboxes" Alison smiled, wow this woman really needed to brush up on her detective skills, some weirdoes could really get a kick out of visiting old people for the day. You're a danger to the security and privacy of these patients woman Taylor thought as she made up and excuse, tiny white lies.

"Yeah, oh you should've seen my wedding dress it was beautiful, and God it was such a lovely day. I wished it would've never ended" Taylor bullshitted like those dumb blonde chicks talking about shoes in the mall as they walked towards the automatic doors of the respite. What was she saying she was like a dumb blonde, she worked a life in killing terrorists and 'treating' patients with a unmoral form of 'help'.

The entrance of the old peoples home was really like that of a hospital, Taylor knew if she was on her way to deaths door she didn't want to spend it anywhere near a place that looked like a hospital. Taylor put the file and shoeboxes on the elevated desk.

"I'll need you to sign in" Alison went behind a desk and took out a visitors book, so Taylor signed her first two initials and then Gluskin, fuckin' hell I'm engaged my name hasn't changed yet, while thinking this she paused and then put the pen down.

"You stopping there to check your signature?... don't worry you'll get used to it eventually, I was like that, practicing my married name signature for quite a while" Alison took the book and pen and quickly answered a ringing phone. It gave Taylor the chance of looking at the working desk of the respite. Lan yards and pens, the standard, patient files, she wouldn't mind a peek at Eddie's father's records. As a psychiatrist it intrigued her. But it would be rude to ask.

"Give me a second, would you mind waiting here?, it seems Mrs. Bonaparte wont take her pills again" Alison jogged down the hallway and left Taylor by herself with the perfect opportunity to look at old man Gluskin's file (geez that sounds horrible). Taylor reached over the desk and picked up the blue file and began to read. Turns out he was due for keyhole surgery last year but the cancer spread and that meant they couldn't really do anything about it, he was past his prognosis though by about two months, he was hanging on and by the list of medication he was on it wouldn't be surprising if he wasn't himself. All drugged up and no one there for him, just like Eddie. Taylor put the file back where she found it then waited about five minutes before Alison returned, the older woman was looking rather flustered, nurses should be paid properly for end of life care, they're proper troopers not like all those football players getting paid stupid money for kicking a ball about a field Taylor thought.

"Right I'll get the stuff from the car, you're looking for number 34 turn right at the end of that hallway" Alison pointed down a brightly lit corridor, it was lovely to see compared to the ones back at mount massive, Taylor tried not to think about it. Picking up those darn shoeboxes and Eddie's file she walked down the hallway, keys jingling in her pocket, leather jacket adding to the heat of her nervousness and slight anger that she was finally going to face this bastard. But was he really a bad man?

Right turn, march.

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Knock

Knock

Ready Or Not

Here I Come

You Can't Hide

Gonna Find You

Nearly there people my main focus has been my mad max story because I've had a friend on my back hassling me about it everyday. I'll try my best to get this next chapter written up faster next time. Really sorry for taking over time on this. Please review.

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hope you's have a lovely Christmas

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