Another, really really short chapter with mostly only info. This is getting really annoying. I'm getting major writers block, so maybe I should just stick to oneshots and twoshots? I'm probably going to abandon this. I'm sorry. :(

This is turning into something that I did not want or think of. Holy hell.

Nurse Graves was, to say the least, frazzled. With the arrival of Quaxo, she thought she might have gone insane. If what Mitchell told her about sharing the same body was true, then there was still the fact the Ouaxo seemed to just pop out of Mitchell. According to surveillance cameras, no one had entered Mitchell's room while he was locked inside, just Nurse Graves and Victoria talking to him through the door. The window was sealed shut.

To top it off, her notepad had gone missing, as well as several other small things. If you hadn't been as observant as Graves, you wouldn't have noticed a spoon missing here, a mug full of pens there. Victoria's hairbrush had also gone missing, and she was sullenly walking around with hair that made her look like she went around sticking forks in outlets. She was currently in a psyche ward, so that wasn't as improbable as it seemed.

Steve had been welcomed with very good reactions, as he was apparently a well respected person in their 'tribe'. It had almost slipped Nurse Graves' mind to talk to them about the cats issue.

Speaking of which, she was stationed on a steel balcony in the cafeteria during lunch to speak of it. "Attention, please."

All the current patients looked up at her with varying reactions.

"It has come to my attention that you refer to yourselves as cats." She was nervously capping and uncapping her pen against the railing. "And I would like to know why."

Always the leader, Mark stood up. He was doing much better since telling Robert and the rest of them about his father. "Before I say anything, please keep in mind that I would not like to be interrupted."

He cleared his throat and Graves nodded. "A very long time ago, before even proper civilization, the great goddess Bast, of Ancient Egypt, descended upon the earth. She created twenty-two figures out of sand, and brought them to life. Being the cat goddess, she made them the dominant species on earth, humans, but gave them cat features.

"At first, her spell did nothing. The sand stayed as still as… well, as still as sand. But over time, long after Bast had left, the wind eroded the sand away to reveal twenty-two fully-functional humans with cat features, magic written into their veins. Some were related, and some had no story at all.

"And here we are, the ten of us, standing before you." He gestured to all of the patients. Before Graves could object, he continued, "We are very respectable. The tribe has some… questionable members," He looked pointedly at the two orange-blond twins, "But we've traveled a long way to get here. Although, falling asleep and waking as another person, that has never happened to us before. In this situation, we are as clueless as you." He didn't sit back down, rather chose to remain standing.

For a moment, Graves could only stutter. "Now, working at a psyche ward, I have heard a lot of outrageous stories. I've seen the devil, and angel, a man who claimed to be doctor and went around diagnosing people, even a woman who claimed to be pregnant with God, but I have never heard of centuries-old people-cat hybrids, made by the Egyptian gods themselves. That is the most outrageous story I have ever encountered, and I want to make this clear: no matter what you do, I will never believe you."

This had been Graves' rule the entire time she'd worked there, ever since college. Don't believe anything they say, she'd tell herself. Over and over. But this time, she had no choice to believe, after what they showed her.

Silently, the rest of the patients stood up next to Mark. Mitchell smirked at Graves. Closing their eyes, all ten of them slowly transformed into… indescribable cats. They still looked vaguely like humans, but they had ears that moved around on their heads, fully functioning tails, and even furry patches.

Interrupting the silence, one of the lunch women screamed, dropping the ladle she had been holding.

Graves was stunned. At first, all she could do was stare at them, before Emily spoke up, her voice automatically rolling all the R's.

"Now do you believe us? Geez woman, you'd think at least a part of you would believe anything Munk says."

X

Nurse Graves was very, very, tired. It was almost four in the morning, and she hadn't slept a wink. She was trying to find other psyche wards with patients similar to hers, while simultaneously deleting anything published on the Thames' website, or even in her online notes or anything she'd typed that gave away the patient's large secret.

She had sent them to their rooms after their big showing, and locked herself in her office to sort this out. Currently, Graves had found six of the remaining twelve patients, and had contacted the hospitals about their removal. Surely they would be interested in another ward specifically for them? Her patients would not rest until everyone was with them.

He bangs her sticking to her forehead, and she nervously shoved them out of the way.

This was going to take a while.