Dean placed his hand on Oshea's back, leading her through the front door of the building. "Ready?" he asked her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

Oshea nodded slowly, turning her head slightly toward him. "Ready as I'll ever be." She said quietly.

The door of the asylum opened up into a blindingly white room with a few plain beige chairs on metal legs pushed against one wall. In front of the chairs was a pair of long squat tables that were also the dull beige color. A few bland magazines rested on them; one table had them neatly stacked, the other had them scattered. Even so, they still looked unnaturally neat. In front of them sat an open office where nurses were calmly drifting in and out, gathering things from file cabinets and sitting at one of the tiny cubicles pressed together, each with a single computer with a squared monitor. There was a door to the left of the nurses' station that led into a narrow hallway which branched off to the right and left. The walls of the hallway were lined with doors that led into the patients rooms There was also a set of double doors that led into the gymnasium like center of the building where the cafeteria was housed. The showers were located on the opposite side of the cafeteria's wall, but there were no doors from the cafeteria to the large shower room. The only entrance and exit to it was a pair of doors located on the opposite end of the building. As the pair stepped toward the nurses' station, a chubby woman with red hair and glasses smiled up at them. "I take it you are the new doctors? Dr. Snyder, the head doctor here will be here in a moment to show you where your offices will be and give you a little tour."

"Thank you," Dean said, nodding politely and walking with Oshea over to the seating area to wait.

After a few moments, an aging man stepped through the doors and looked up through a pair of thin rimmed glasses at Dean and Oshea, offering a calm, collected smile. "Hello. You must be the transfers." he said, walking toward them. "My name is Dr. Snyder, and you are?" He asked.

Oshea smiled, and offered him her hand as she stood up. "My name is Kristy Knight."

She shook his hand, and Dr. Snyder turned to Dean. "And you?"

Dean held out a hand for him to shake. "Nice to meet you, I'm Brian Young." He smiled.

"Good, good. It's very nice to meet you both. You couldn't have come at a better time. Recently, more and more people have been brought here for treatment," he said with a sigh, his brows furrowing. "It's like an epidemic." Shaking his head, he turned and beckoned for them to follow. "I'll give you a quick tour of the premises and show you both to your offices."

Dean nodded his head and he placed his hand against Oshea's back as they followed the doctor. "Many of the new patients were found tied up in trees, correct?"

"Yes," Dr. Snyder said with a nod, clasping his hands together at the small of his back as he walked. "I have never seen anything like it in all of my years of working at this facility, in this town." He shook his head, his brows furrowing. "Perfectly healthy people suddenly becoming the epitome of mental illness almost overnight... it's unprecedented."

Dean frowned. "It's pretty strange, don't you think?"

The doctor nodded without another word. He led them through the narrow hallways of the establishment, explaining the various rooms and procedures until they had come back to where they started after circling through the halls. "Alright, I'm sure that you are ready to get started." Dr Snyder said with a smile, gesturing toward a wooden door. "This will be your office. I hope you do not mind sharing for the time being. Our facilities are a little cramped lately." He said with a frown.

Oshea smiled and shook her head. "No, we do not mind sharing. We worked together at our last job. We would like to look at the patients that have recently come in, could you arrange a meeting with them?"

The doctor nodded. "Certainly."

After a while, there was a knocking at the door to their office. The door opened and a nurse stood there with a young man wearing a hospital gown. He was staring at the floor, wringing his hands together. His light brown hair was messy and tangled and hung around his face that would have been handsome if it were not so thin. There were large bags under his eyes, which were moving about the room erratically as if he were terribly nervous. The nurse led him into the office and sat him down in one of the chairs. "Dr. Knight, Dr. Young, this is Derek." Derek stared at his hands, wringing them in his lap as he mumbled to himself. The nurse patted his shoulder then looked up at the two doctors. "Page me if you have any problems or when you're done with him." She said, before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind herself.

Dean nodded at him and then sat down behind the desk, next to Oshea. "So, Derek. How are you doing?"

"I can hear them... the bees... they're whispering things to me." He muttered, picking at one of his jagged fingernails.

Dean arched a brow, but tried to remain professional. He cleared his throat. "What do they whisper to you?"

"About the quiet in the silence... about the moon on a string and the cat..." He stammered, shaking his head. "It's cold like May... steals my breath away... it takes it all away." Oshea's brows furrowed and she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted in her seat. None of this was making any sense. How were they going to find out anything from these people if all they spoke was strings of nothingness?

Dean sighed, the exact thought mirroring in his own mind. He leaned forward. They would just have to get right to the point. "Derek. Did you see anything before you were tied to that tree? Anything strange?"

"Trees... breeze... bees... trees..." He brought his hands to his head, twining his fingers through his hair. His brows furrowed. "Trees... cat... bees..." He stammered. "They're whispering so loud... I can hear their wings... humming... they're whispering..."

"Cats?" Dean repeated, arching a brow. "There's a cat?"

"Cat...," Derek repeated slowly. "Just... I was trying... to help... the trees..."

"You were trying to help the trees?" He raised both his brows as he glanced over at Oshea.

"No," The young man said getting frustrated. "In the tree..." He was speaking slowly, deliberately as if it were hard for him to get the words out. "The cat..." He pointed toward the ceiling. "The tree." Oshea's brows lifted in realization.

"The tree! The cat was in the tree and you were trying to help it?"

Derek looked up sharply and bobbed his head. "Help..."

As he finished speaking, there was a soft knock at the door before it was opened. The nurse stood in the doorway with a young girl standing at her side. "Sorry to bother you, but I have to take Derek to get his medication. This is Ashley Wyllis. She was one of the other new cases. Dr. Snyder said you wanted to speak with them all." The nurse lead the twelve year old girl into the room and took Derek away through the door. Ashley looked at the both of them and sat down in the chair, pulling her legs into the cushion and crossing them Indian style.

She sat there a moment, glancing at the two of them. "Let's fast forward through the procedural chit-chat, shall we? You ask me how I'm feeling. 'Oh I was just tied up in a tree, and now I share a room with an over-imaginative thirteen year old who likes to have conversations with her imaginary friend when I'm trying to sleep. I'm super.' I'll reply in a bitter tone, as I roll my eyes at the ridiculous question. Then you'll ask me what I saw, and I'll tell you the truth, but you'll just throw me back into the room with that insufferable little girl and some lovely sedatives. So, we done here?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, and leaned back a little. "Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine," he muttered.

Oshea stretched out a hand and gave Dean a light rap on the arm. "We're supposed to be professionals." She said lowly before turning toward the girl. "Ashley, we just want to help. I know you've probably told other doctors the truth, and the truth is probably what got you sent here, right?" She said, furrowing her brows. "But Dr. Young and I, we are not normal doctors... we want to help you so you can get out of here, away from the little girl that you don't get along with and the drugs and back home where you belong. I'll understand if you don't want to... but... would you at least consider telling us what you saw? Please?"

"What do you mean you're not normal doctors?" Ashley said, arching a brow, her arms crossed over her chest.

"You see, my colleague Dr. Young and I along with being certified doctors also have studied paranormal activity, which means we would be more open minded than your average psychiatrist, and it also means we know what it feels like for people to think you are crazy when you're telling them the truth." Oshea said, clasping her hands together in her lap.

Ashley looked them over for another moment before letting her hands fall in her lap. "I was walking home from a friend's house, and I cut through the park, because it's quicker. I heard a meowing sound coming from the edge of the woods, and I saw a cat up in the trees. I've always been sort of an animal person, so I tried to help it. It wasn't too high up, and the tree was easy to climb. But when I got up there... it... it pushed me against the tree and it pinned me down. I don't know how, but it did. It stretched its cat arms out and just held me there And then there was suddenly rope rapped around me. It made me open my mouth, and it opened its own mouth and then this weird silvery smoke started coming out of my mouth... and... I felt like I was slowly losing a part of myself. My sanity... but someone jogged by in the park, and called my name. Turned out it had been my neighbor, Vicky. The cat jumped off and left me there," She said with a shrug.

Oshea leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she listened to the girl's story. When she was done, Oshea leaned up and nodded. "We believe you, Ashley. We don't think that you're crazy." She said with a smile. "Don't worry, we're going to find out what happened to you and the others. Now, I can't get you out of here today, but I'll make sure and tell the nurses to lighten up on the medication alright?"

Ashley nodded. "Thanks. If you don't mind me asking... what happened to your eyes?"

"Well," Oshea began slowly. "This may be hard to believe, but since you were honest with us, I will be honest with you. I have visions... I, uh... I see things that are going to happen, mostly bad things. My visions became very bad, and I thought that if I couldn't see, I wouldn't be able to see the visions anymore. So I did this," She said, gesturing to her eyes.

Ashley frowned. "So now you're blind and you still have visions? Dude, that sucks."

Oshea gave a soft laugh and nodded. "Tell me about it." She was about to say something else when the nurse once again came into the room. "Hello, doctors. I'm sorry, but I have to get Ashley. The other two new arrivals are with their doctors at the moment, but I'll bring them to you as soon as I can." After the nurse had ushered the young girl out, Oshea took in a deep breath. "Well, at least we've found something that the victims seem to have in common. I wonder how Sam and Ella are doing." She said, brushing some of her hair behind her ear. "You think we should check on them?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I'll go take care of it. You stay here and talk to the other two, all the more information we have, the better," he said, standing up.

Oshea turned her head in his direction as he spoke. "Alright. Be careful." She said as she heard him stand and his fading footsteps as he left the room. She took in a deep breath and settled into the leather chair behind the desk, toying with a pen as she waited on the nurse to come in with the next patients. This case was getting stranger and stranger by the minute. That she knew of, there were no supernatural cat creatures... at least not ones that fed off of other's sanity. She had heard before the old wife's tale about cats climbing onto the chest of children and stealing their breath, but nothing about cats tying people in trees and stealing their sanity.