So I finally have an idea for some chapters, but I need to fill in a few gaps before I can get started on them.

Mabel heard what happened about Becca and she felt sorry for the goth girl. She really wanted to help, but she didn't know how she could help.

"I'm not even sure I could do anything to help," Mabel told Jervis as he sat in the clinic with her. "I mean, I'd like to help, but what can I do?"

"Perhaps she would feel better if she were out of this dreadful asylum," Jervis said. "This place is rather gloomy and being locked up in here is not helping her at all."

"That's it!" said Mabel. "I know what I can do!"

"Which would be . . .?"

"I can help her, Jervis; I can get her out."

Jonathan didn't know the asylum nurse that well, and he wasn't sick or injured, so he was more than a little confused when she came to his cell later that night and unlocked his door, telling him to follow her to the clinic.

When the were in the clinic she told him to sit on the examination table and then put a car key on the counter, which was right next to it. "I want to help Becca," she started. "And the only way I can think of to do that is to get her, you and Jervis out of Arkham."

". . . . ."

"Once I leave the room I want you to take this key and go out the back door of the clinic to the staff parking lot. There's a little blue car parked by the outer fence of the asylum. It has a dent in the door, the front fender is coming off, and it has a spider web crack on the windshield on the passenger side. I want you to unlock the driver's side, and then unlock the back. There's enough space between the front and back seats that you can get in and stay on the floor of the car. There's even a blanket on the seat if you want to cover yourself. Becca's small enough so she'll fit in the trunk, and Jervis can fit in the leg space in the passenger side. That door doesn't open, though, so he'll have to crawl in from the driver's side."

With that said Mabel stood up and left the clinic. Jonathan picked up the key and went through the back door. He might not know her very well, but she was providing an escape from Arkham, and he was taking it. He found the car and folded himself down on the floor. After what felt like forever he heard the trunk open and then close. After more time passed he heard the driver's seat open and close, then he felt what must've been Jervis crawling over towards the passenger's side. Now all they had to do was wait for Mabel to take them away from Arkham.

"Miss Johnson is there a reason why you've pulled patients 1002654, 1005498, and 1006593 out of their cells?" a security guard asked Mabel.

"As a matter of fact there is," said Mabel, already having an explanation. "All three of these patients show symptoms of a highly contagious and highly dangerous virus and they need to be contained to the clinic immediately for treatment."

"What's the disease?"

"A very rare strain of the H1N1 virus; it's very dangerous and if they have it they need to be treated immediately, but I won't have their test results until tomorrow, so in order to keep the virus from spreading, patients 1002654, 1005498, and 1006593 need to stay overnight in the clinic's emergency biohazard unit.

"But—"

"Excuse me, I am a doctor," Mabel snapped. "Did you study for six and a half years at medical school to become a trained physician?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Do you have a Ph, D. in medicine and health care?"

"No, but—"

"Then," said Mabel sweetly, "I suggest you go back to doing your; I know what I'm doing," she snapped. "Now get out of my face before I report you to the director!"

The guard mumbled something, gave Mabel a nasty glare, and then skulked off. Mabel sighed, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then went to get her purse so she could leave.

It was a good thing the guards at Arkham were all morons.

Mabel had no trouble finding Becca's home and stopped in front of the old house. She got out so Jervis could get out and then went to unlock the trunk and let Becca out.

Becca had fallen asleep and Mabel hesitated before shaking the goth girl awake. "Becca. Becca! Wake up."

"Wha . . ." Becca mumbled. "No mom, I don't wanna see Dr. Henderson today."

"Becca!"

Becca opened her eyes and yawned. "Huh?"

"You're home now; you can get out of the trunk."

". . . . . Oh. Okay," she yawned, and then climbed out of the trunk. "Thanks," she yawned again, then went towards the front door.

"Thank you, my dear," said Jervis as he gave Mabel a swift kiss on the cheek. Mabel blushed and nodded. "Yeah, no problem. Once they find out I helped you guys get out, I'll probably get thrown in there with you, but whatever."

"This means a lot," he said. Not just to Becca, but to Jonathan and me."

"Yeah, no, I get that. She's your guys' friend and it always sucks when your friends are sad."

"Well, thank you again."

"You're welcome . . . again."

A/N: Okay, show of hands, who thinks that Mabel should get away with helping them out? Who thinks she should be found out and put into Arkham? Let me know what you guys think, k?

FYI, the car I described in this chapter? yeah, it's my friend's car. the door's got a dent in it, the windshield's cracked from when she slammed her gameboy on the dashboard so hard the batteries popped out, the passenger door will not open, and the front fender's coming off. I think it's safe to say that the car's a piece of shit.