AUTHOR'S NOTE: Took some inspiration from See No Evil here. Still don't own Kane or See No Evil for that matter.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"

"Wandering I told you. The way you talk you would have thought I've done something untoward. Met someone actually. You wouldn't like him, he's just like me; only he stinks and he's taller. Also, had a bit of an accident in the chronic ward, fell through a floor and was out cold for a while. Why how long have I been gone?" I continued to eat my sandwich whilst we spoke.

"Three hours! I figured you'd gotten lost and was just planning to go find you. So who's this person I wouldn't like?"

"I don't know if he wants you to know too much about him. He's coming to fetch me in a hour, after having a wash – that was a condition on the account of overwhelming filth. He's going to show me around and help me with the project. I can try and talk him into letting you tag along."

"Sounds like a nice person. But I'd better give him a talking to if he thinks hijacking you away for hours is the correct thing to do." Finished my sandwich.

"I advise that you don't. Like I said, he's quite big, and a looker if I'm honest."

"Thanks awfully."

Me and Rebs turned around to see a much cleaner looking Glen with a smug look on his face. He was wearing a fresh pair of clothes and some kind of deodorant.

"I'm eighteen and entitled to an opinion of my own thank you very much. Have to say though, you're looking much better now and I can stand closer to you."

"Hmm… well I'm 36. Am I not allowed to be grateful that someone 18 years younger than me has the hots for me? Do tell. You are Rebecca I presume? Or has Rachel been lying to me."

"No I am Rebecca. I must say I love your accent."

"Thanks, I'm Glen. Now who is coming on this tour?"

It was agreed that Rebecca would stay and rest, and that us two would go for a wander. We walked up and down the corridors, taking pictures and discussing our knowledge of the building. Glen told little anecdotes of the mischief him and his old friends would get up to. I noticed each time his eyes would glaze over with a sad melancholy about him: he missed them. I wanted him to open up, I figured it would do him the world of good. Glen brought us out onto the roof via the fire exit. I figured this was as good a time as any to get him to open up.

We sat side by side on the flat portion of the roof, knees bent up under our chins. Here goes nothing.

"Glen?"

"Hmm? What is it? You sound concerned."

"How did you end up in England? You're American and you ended up in London. How?"

"I was a traveller. I would travel from town to town, city to city, doing odd jobs for anyone who would employ someone gone off the rails. What I tell you now is in complete confidence."

"I'll keep it quiet I promise."

"Back in the states, I lost my parents when I was three in a fire – but the cause was never found. I then went to a couple of orphanages, surviving how I could, mostly using my size as an advantage. One day I was told someone was adopting me. I didn't think that I could be happier. I was given a box to place the few belongings I had in and shown to my new parent, a woman named Margret Goodnight and a man called William Goodnight. I can't remember what happened to the man, I think they just fought and he moved away. Margret started beating me, not for any particular reason. She was highly religious and would punish me for 'turning from God'. She would lock me in cages and make me recite long chapters from various religious texts. Whenever I went to school I would have to wear long sleeves to cover the marks from burns and scars."

I could see tears forming in Glen's eyes and I ducked under his arm, wrapping my arms around him.

"When she started abusing me, I began to have long blackout spells, not remembering hours of what I'd done. It was when I sought help years later that I was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, ya know, multiple personalities. My mind had learnt that the way to get away from the pain was to just not be there, have someone else take the pain. I wasn't forgetting large chunks of my life, I wasn't living them to start with. That's why I can't remember what happened to William Goodnight, or other sections of my life. Thanks to other key events, I now have six personalities – each one dealing with a different type of situation. It was one of them that found you."

"What happened to the woman, Glen?"

"I don't know. As soon as I had the money I ran away. I felt that I needed that distance. Eventually I ended up over here. Some of my personalities began to terrorise the general public and I was put in here. I made my first friend here – it was a guy called John Buckler. He thought that a lamp was stalking him."

"And it was one of those personalities who ran amuck the day that everything was shut."

"Well done." We sat there for a while, just holding each other whilst we both composed ourselves.

"I like you, Rachel. You sat and did what no one's ever done – apart from the lamp guy."

"What's that honey?"

"You gave me five minutes and a hug. Thank you."