"Where are the east of them Henry? These letters?" I questioned having decided to join him for breakfast rather than lunch for the day. I was too eager to wait and have my questions answered later.

"I do not know. No one ever found the others." He studied the piece of paper for a moment. "I'd say what he's discussing isn't of too much importance. People do come and go quiet frequently."

"I suppose." Taking the paper back I tucked it away in my pocket. I had a plan. If Henry didn't know then maybe his friend would, the girl Linnea. She ought to, from how it sounded they were quite close. I waited in impatient silence throughout the remainder of the meal only making small talk. Henry took it as a sign that I was still shaken up over what had happened last night.

Truth be told I was. Occasionally I thought back to what Victor had said and a chill would run down my spine. Still, I kept talking only when needed as we made our way back to the institution. Once inside I didn't spare a second word to Helen as I grabbed the papers and made my way down the hall to Linnea first.

She looked up expectantly her expression much less guarded as I entered. She sat up from where she'd been laying on the bed and made room for me to sit.

"H-hello." Her voice was soft and timid.

"Hello Linnea." I replied making sure to keep my tone as gentle as before.

"H-how do you k-know my name?" Her tone shifted to a nervous state and her hands began to shake like they had the previous day when she'd gotten worked up.

"Edward told me. How come you didn't mention knowing him?" I studied her carefully, the shaking slowly stopped and she calmed down taking in a deep breath.

"Well I f-figured it wasn't important. I don't talk to him th-that much." Her words were so unsure as if she were afraid I'd react poorly to her and lash out.

"I have a question for you. I learned more about my brother." Reaching into my coat I pulled out the rumpled piece of paper from Ben's file.

"Did you learn where he went?" She leaned over expectantly.

"No. I asked but I was told he just...disappeared." Her face fell into a somber look. "Yet I managed to get a hold of his file. There was nothing in it except for this. I'm not supposed to give you this but I was wondering, were there others that went along with this one?"

Linnea reached for it her small hands holding the paper delicately. Her eyes scanned over the paper flicking about and drinking up the words. A few moments passed before she said anything.

"He wrote more. I'm sure of it." She passed the paper back over. "I recall something he'd said to me once."

"What?"

"That this place had ears everywhere but no one could hear silent hidden words." Linnea sighed and studied her hands where she began to fidget nervously with her fingers.

"Do you know where I could find the others?" I asked feeling a bit of excitement at this revelation.

"No. But I'm sure he's hidden them around here somewhere. Ben used to talk about things that went on here. I don't know how he knew them but he said well...that someone told him. He never mentioned who but he said I knew them. That it was best if I didn't learn about it. That it'd keep me safe." Fear crept into her voice and her hands began to shake again.

"What kinds of things could go on here?" I questioned taking her hands in my own and holding them gently. She looked up in surprise but stammered through her words.

"No I-idea but he sa-said it was in secret." Linnea took another breath to try and calm herself. I'd always wondered what would have caused her family placing her in this institution. It occurred to me that it was because of severe anxiety. She hadn't spoken to me do to her anxiety and fear over, doctors, more specifically Henry, and now she was worried and her words jumbled and hands shook.

"Linnea calm down. I'll look into it and see what there is to find." She nodded and stared at the barred window. "Can I ask you something else?"

"Of c-course."

"Are you afraid of Henry?" Her posture stiffened at my question.

"Don't trust him." Her words were low and deep. "He took Ben."

"Linnea he's the one helping me with everything he's told me nothing but the truth." She shook her head vigorously.

"There's something about him that isn't right. How can someone be so honest?" She tore her eyes away from the window and looked at me, eyebrows creased together, lips turned down in a frown.

"A person with morales. Henry may have taken Ben but he didn't know what was going to happen. They deported him to another institution." Linnea's expression shifted to one of doubt, doubt in herself.

"I suppose you're right. I just always thought I'd be next. That he'd come back and take me." Linnea fidgeted with her hands once again. "Sorry for accusing him."

"It's alright this place can be scary and large. I can tell you're anxious. What can I do to help?" She gave me another surprised look. "To be honest I never understood why you were in here much, but yesterday you had an anxiety attack."

"Anxiety is normal though." She argued half heartedly.

"On a mild scale. The public over reacts and deems it, in severe cases, demonic troubles. In school I studied a case where someone of your condition had been accused of consorting with the devil. A priest tried to purge him. However the man simply got anxious in large social gatherings and after being sent to an institution similar to this one , was cured rather quickly and no demonic troubles actually existed." Linnea nodded and processed the bit of information. "Your lack of talking made gathering information on you difficult. If you're comfortable do you mind telling me how you got here? Family history?"

"Will you write it down?"

"Yes, I have to its my job." She contemplated my answer for a moment.

"Okay." She nodded and tucked her knees up to her chest. "I don't remember my parents at all. But I know my grandparents. They're Scandinavian. I can only ever remember being called flower. They said I used to smile like the sun."

I paused in my writing and leaned back against the wall listening to her speak. Her voice was so wistful as if it longed to be somewhere else.

"But I was always a little funny. Even as a little child I'd get anxious I suppose." She smiled faintly. "Have fits if things changed or routine was drastically broken. If there was something to worry about such as a test at school. The other kids made fun of me. Said horrible things and said I was mentally troubled. Others would whisper things to me in class and when I accused them of something they claimed I was hearing voices. My grandparents took me out of school. I stayed with them for a while until I was taken away by someone in a white coat, placed on a bus, and dropped off here. It was hard to adapt, my issues only worsened with all the change."

"I can only imagine." She leaned back against the wall as well, our shoulders touching lightly.

"But there was Ben. I didn't talk to him for so long. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't speak, with so many terrifying new people. I knew I was one of the more normal ones, so was Ben, but others were...odd." She thought a moment. "There was a man, rather young, he used to carry around a box of matches."

Peeking up at this I listened closer to what she had to day.

"He'd light them and watch the fire. He'd talk to himself. If you listened closely he would say things. One time he said something along the lines of... the crows peck at the doctor's brain. His sanity disappears day by day. Like Poe his conscience wears. Until..."

She made a grabbing motion at an invisible match as if snuffing it. Her voice had dropped to a low octave causing chills to race down my spine as she mimicked a familiar voice. Her eyes rested transfixed on the adjacent wall . "The light of reality is gone."

"Victor." I breathed.

"He disappeared a week later. He'd had some accident that burned his hands. Rumor has it he went even madder." Linnea broke her eyes away from the wall and studied the ceiling instead. "Edward came a few days later."

"Victor is a patient of mine." My words were mumbled as I thought, processing everything she'd said.

"What does he say?" She asked. "Everything he speaks has meaning."

"So I've been told." Victor's words flashed through my head once more. "I'm sorry Linnea but I must be going. Thank you for talking to me. I'll let you know if I find anything new about my brother."

"Alright." She laid back down in the same position she'd been in before. "You know, I finished your game of chess with Edward yesterday."

"You did?" I questioned glancing over my shoulder at her.

"Yes, he's fond of you." She smiled lightly to herself. "Says you remind him of himself."

"Well, I'm flattered." Smiling as well I left Linnea and scribbled curiously on her report papers making sure to keep certain things out. As I made my way down the hall to where Edward would be I ran over what had been discussed in my head.

Victor could somehow predict things that would happen. I was sure of it now more than ever. What Linnea had claimed he'd said. The doctor going insane. Then Edward showing up. It made sense. What's more, my brother could have hidden other letters or journal entries around the institution.

One thing I was sure of, Henry was still my chance of gathering more information, he seemed to be the only particular good thing here. What I could not understand was Linnea's accusations of things going on out of the public view. What could possibly be happening, and if something was happening how could Henry not know about it. What was more, if Henry didn't know what was going on, who knew how many people were being effected, and who was in charge?

Tucking the thoughts away into the back of my head I approached Edward's door and knocked on it. The guards hurriedly unlocked it as usual. I was about to enter when an alarm sounded. Freezing for the briefest of moments I stared at the flashing light on the wall.

"Code red. Code red!" Cried a voice over the intercom. Code red. My heart pounded in my chest as I processed what this meant. Code red. An escaped patient. Yellow code was for someone less threatening, if it was red, someone from the more complicated cases was free. Someone dangerous.

The guards next to Edward's door rushed down the hall drawing their small handguns. Every hall had a set of guards, and now they would all be rushing to where they suspected the danger was. Leaving everyone else vulnerable.

Something gripped my arm and tugged me forcefully inside the door slamming it shut. Panicking I swung a wild fist.

"Woah!" Edward barely ducked in time.

"S-sorry." I breathed glancing nervously back at the door.

"It's quiet alright." He went and tested the door. It held firm and refused to open even as he threw his weight into it. "You froze."

"I know. I didn't mean to. I've never experienced an alarm before. Let alone a code red." Shaking my head I tried to collect myself but I couldn't fight my fear. Someone had gotten loose and chances were they'd been gone for awhile. "Linnea."

"What?" Edward questioned turning back to examine me.

"I hope she's safe." He nodded and fixed his glasses.

"Any idea who is free?" He questioned. His close proximity allowed me to spot his same odd wounds I'd briefly noted before. They had yet to heal.

"No, you're hurt." He frowned for a moment before realizing what I meant.

"Oh it's nothing." He insisted taking a step back and keeping an eye on the door.

"What do you mean? There's a bruise on your neck, and your lip is split." He absentmindedly ran his fingers over the lip injury.

"Well, the bruise, that's from Henry. I had a check up. He gives me shots to help keep my vitamin levels up so there is no need to worry about that. And this? Well my lip was injured by Jeremiah Stolvek. I beat him at chess." Edward smiled smugly as if proud of himself.

"He hit you because you won?" It seemed like a completely ludicrous thing to do. Then again what should I expect?

"With the king." Edward chuckled. "It doesn't matter much. I'm alright."

The alarm continued to wail outside as a moment of silence passed between us. Edward's room had yet to be refurbished and I'd realized I'd  completely forgotten to mention it to anyone.

"I'm sorry Edward I never asked anyone to replace your things." He held up a hand before I could continue.

"It's quite alright. You've been busy." Despite his flippancy he seemed a bit saddened by the idea of it.

"Edward did you know anything about my brother writing letters?" He perked up at my question and settled onto his bed next to me.

"Like I said I never met him but Linnea mentioned something about it." Nodding I gave up on the thought of collecting any more information for the night.

The sirens wailed and wailed for a long time. The seconds stretched on into what felt like years. We sat in silence listening to its shrieks of warning and cries of fear. Both of us wondered what was happening out there. I could only hope everyone was safe.

Edward stood at some point after hours of waiting impatiently. "Sleep. You may have the bed."

"It's alright Edward we can wait it out." But I couldn't hide my exhaustion, sleep sounded lovely.

"I insist. The floor is cooler anyways. I find I'm rather hot on my bed. The temperature has to be just right." He smiled and settled onto the floor before I could say anything, just next to the bed, and tucked his arms under his head falling asleep almost instantly. Sighing I carefully reached down and removed his spectacles, folded them neatly, and set them aside so they weren't broken.

After a brief hesitation I laid down and closed my eyes. Sleep came quicker than expected and soon the droning of the siren and the glimpses of red light flashing beneath the door faded from my consciousness.