Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, but my muse is back and won't stop kicking. It seems I needed a few days off after writing so much in one sitting… Thank you, Six Flags, you were just what the doctor prescribed to me... Well, here goes nothing. Onward!

A whole year came and went by… Nothing, most surprisingly, happened. Well, unless you decidedly add in the fact that I spent a lot of my days in Dormitory A-3, always looking after my group as well as other patients; it turned out that the House had become so popular that the five dormitory rooms now had to hold twenty beds instead of ten, which was the number when I was here. I didn't know that many females in the United States seriously needed that much help… But, what can I say? I was one of the patients here myself. Then again, not many people left this place.

When I wasn't helping serve meals, tending to the sick in the medical ward, or with Doctor Gorski in the group therapy sessions to sit in and help out, I could always be seen still sitting and chatting with my now close-knit circle of friends I had made, which haven't changed much aside from appearances and, just a bit, attitude. While Sweet Pea remained the motherly type for Rocket, she also was now a very defensive and skeptical person about things, always cautious and grounded until she can fully trust something. Meanwhile, Rocket was taking up a more care-free and go-with-the-flow type of personality, always friendly and helpful to everyone. My sweet Blondie had become a fiercely loyal and the most outspoken member, ever-willing to show that's she's never afraid to step up and that it would never be easy for her to back down.

Meanwhile, Blue actually seemed to have truly changed for the better of things. He was just as overly charming and gentle, but now it had simmered down to just that of politeness. On the weekends, he would go out to drink at some bar with Dansworth, the new janitor, and CJ, who'd become an orderly. If he was doing anything harmful, it was now reserved for outside the institute, which I preferred much better over than my fears that he would take advantage of the women around here.

And then something happened.

I had heard via letter that Billy was going to be driving over to Brattleboro to visit both me and Blue, which I was absolutely thrilled for… Then, word got out that there had been three patients that were part of Dormitory A-1 who, one night, managed to escape the House. We don't know how, but they did. And it was the same night Billy was supposed to be arriving. Of course, Blue didn't know any of this, for he was in town drinking again. I waited tentatively all night, but Billy never showed up, and I knew something must have happened. I could simply feel it in my gut.

Then Blue came back with Dansworth and CJ. Blue was in tears. He'd told me that he and "the guys" had been driving back here when he noticed Grandpa's car, probably borrowed by Billy, on the side of the road near the forest. The lights on, door open, but nobody in there. They had gone to check it out when they saw, before their eyes, Billy and the three patients dead… I felt the same terrible loud panging in my chest and depression sink into my heart; something I was too familiar with by now… Blue drove back to inform the police, and they were told that, by the looks of things, Billy had been beat to death while the girls were raped and assaulted.

To say I was mourning was to put the terms lightly. I wouldn't even come out of my staff's quarter, and didn't open the door for anybody. That lasted for three days until, at last, I summed up the dignity to. I was shaky, temperamental, and simply unfit for work, and was put to rest for a week afterward. I couldn't even think straight. No matter who came to comfort me, I felt cold and weak. Billy had been my savior from a drunk Blue, and now he was gone. He was our baby brother, for Christ's sake… Blue was dealing with it a whole lot better than I was, but, then again, maybe it was because he's now supposed to be the man of the family. Now, aside from Grandpa, there's only two of us in the family. No parents and no other sibling to turn to… He wasn't even the sibling that I trusted the most… Sure, especially over the oh-so-few months after the terror, he had been the second best shoulder I could lean on (besides Blondie, of course), but there was still something in the air about him I couldn't take to trusting.

I was quick to forget afterward when real responsibility was put on my shoulders. The university had me fully graduated at last by the end of June after I left for a few days to attend my ceremony and get my diploma. Now, I was a certified therapist, having had a major in psychology and a minor in music, my pastime…

But with this great achievement came a downside that became a distress. Since I now had to actually keep up with Gorski and all the things that went on in the Lennox House, I could hardly spend any more time with Blondie, let alone the rest of the trio. Sure, I would see them during group therapy and their individual sessions, but they were times in which it was crucial that I stay professional. No matter how many times Blondie would drop a hint, or more, my way when the doctor wasn't looking.

And then, at last, Blue showed his real face, though I never knew that such things could come in a form like this. It was unreal; supernatural… And, yet, it happened.

It was what, I once thought, a simple dream. But, it turned out, was a shared horror experience that invaded our minds and haunted us whenever we closed our eyes in reality… We were taken and forced to work in an alternate place, given new roles, in a new world of sorts controlled by a madman. Soon, reality was practically nothing compared to what we had to face in the night… Coined the "dream world", it really wasn't a dream unless you were a male in the Lennox House. In this new setting, the mental institute was now, of all things, a club and brothel for men to gamble, watch dancers, and, if they could bribe with enough cash (which, thankfully, was a rather expensive thing), have sex with one of them. This was Blue's idea of a sick fantasy of sorts… And he was, sure as Hell, scaring all of us who were the sufferers, which consisted of Gorski, me, and the whole group of A-3.

Blue was the owner of this club and, to add to it, the head of an underground mafia of some sort, with Dansworth and CJ being his head security. While Gorski, now known as Madame Gorski, was the head choreographer, I ended as the assistant. The patients were now the dancers forced to perform twice a week, which is how many times the club would open for all night events… Sure, Gorski and I made a stand to this after a week of having to deal with this in our sleep, only to be singled in our rooms in reality, kicked and punched personally by Blue until we submitted that we would have to endure this, who had said: "In this plane of existence, I reign, and you are nothing more than my pretty little play things. Make a wrong move again, and you might just be flushed down the toilet… Or much worse." We could only stand by, teach the patients to dance like they are supposed to do, and, secretly, teach them how to deal with this strange place in hopes that they won't get hurt too much. It was hard adapting, but we were forced to… It was a very good thing that Gorski once was a dancer when she was younger… Another year passes, though reality seems like nothing as our fight for survival has now shifted into that in our dreams and nowhere else. In reality, we were hardly living, only managing to scrape by and putting up a facade in order not to disturb the other patients, unable to escape. Blue held an iron fist that we had to obey… Unless we were willing to pay such the high price known as our very lives.

Author's Note: It was a bit difficult having to transfer from reality to dream world, but I hope you find that it makes sense a bit. It's a tragedy Billy died… It has released such a behemoth of a being that terrorizes their place of peace. Their "paradise", some might even say, hm? Reviews, please, I'm unsure of this chapter… Yes, this does mean that Baby's brothel sub-reality isn't hers after all… Odd twist of sorts.