Tachibana Tomonori sat in his car, after having dropped Kaoruko off at her house. She had left Ukon with him, as looking at the puppets box rather made her want to cry. He hit the stirring wheel in frustration. He then turned to the box, as he had none of flesh and blood to speak with.

"Sakon shouldn't be in that place Ukon," the fat man muttered. "He has so much ahead of him, and these drugs… good grief, they could be giving him the wrong thing and messing him up so he can't puppeteer ever again. I can't believe I am saying this, but I need to do something, but what."

"I can't remove him, as he is in there due to a legal issue. The only thing I can think of is to get him to stop taking those stupid drugs, but then that would need to be hidden from the doctors," the man glanced over to his glove box and opened it, rifling through it until he found a plastic bag. He then glanced around and found a stray pad of paper and a pen on the back seat. He scribbled a letter onto the paper.

Sakon's mind was like a puzzle due to what ever drug he was on. Whenever he put a piece back in, another fell out, frustrating the boy. He wanted very badly to get out of this place, but that didn't seem very likely or very soon for that matter. It was then that a nurse came into the room.

Sakon –

Your Aunt doesn't know I'm doing this. I brought Ukon in, in his box and left with just the box. Stop taking the medicine; you don't belong in there, even though you are a tad bit crazy, it isn't that kind. This is what the plastic baggie is for. Also, the doctor, that one you first met, turned himself in.

– Tomonori

This way, if this was ever found out, Kaoruko wouldn't end up getting in trouble for it. The only thing was how to get this in, not to mention Ukon. Sakon would need his friend, no matter how unreal the puppet was, in order to be his real self. An idea then formed in the mans head and he knew what he had to do. He only hoped that he could pull it off.

M

The police officers had come to the place to seize Dr. Ikimono's things as evidence. Almost everything had to go, telling the nurses that they needed to be sure that the mans motive really was what he said it was, or if it might be something else, something more problematic, which might cause legality trouble for the mental facility.

The nurses were also asked questions, not knowing what to think of what was going on in the whole matter, they really had no choice. Each one of them told the officers that the man was very likable, and that there was nothing wrong with the man, that they hadn't thought he had it in him to kill. That was until one of the female nurses said something. "However, if it dealt with keeping a patient safe, he might actually kill someone."

Dr. Frost on the other hand set down his tape recorder onto the table in the break room, forgetting about it completely. "Dr. Ikimono complained about the changes I made to his decisions. He proved multiple times that he was an incompetent doctor."

The officers also somehow found the time to ask about the front office, to which they found out that Dr. Frost had picked out the decorations, allowing one of the officers to touch one of the plants in the room before they left. It was then that the head of the facility complained about now having more work because of the foolish man.

M

Sakon stared at the ceiling, finding the medicine to be greatly affecting his cognitive thinking skills, something that he had always taken great pride in having, though he had never been egotistical about it, he had been glad to use his knowledge to help others, and to solve the mysteries that he had. Something about this murder greatly bothered him, yet he couldn't figure it out.

It was as if his mind was like a puzzle due to what ever drug he was on. Whenever he put a piece back in, another fell out, frustrating the boy. He wanted very badly to get out of this place, but that didn't seem very likely or very soon for that matter. He also wondered if he would ever feel normal again. It was then that a nurse came into the room.

"Mr. Tachibana Sakon… you have a visitor… your cousin Tomonori is here," and with that, the nurse left.

"They said that it was all right if I brought Ukon in on my visit… so long as I don't let you touch him. Apparently… part of your treatment is to be without him," the man stammered out, not wanting to look the boy in the face.

"Bubblegum," the boy muttered, his eyes slightly glazed over. His manner was almost child like, as if there was something missing.

"What… I don't have bubblegum Sakon," the older man shook his head, not believing that his relative had actually asked for something. It wasn't in Sakon's behavior to ask for things. "I didn't even think you liked that stuff."

Sakon then shook his head and pointed a finger at his temple. He had to some how convey what he felt, even though he couldn't explain the puzzle pieces, there was another way to do it. "Almost… pop…"

Tomonori blinked a couple of times, then realized that Sakon had been trying to tell him something, not trying to ask for a treat. "Are… are you trying to tell me that your thoughts are coming to you, but they pop before you can get them?"

Sakon nodded his head. The man shook his head as he brought Ukon out of the box. "I'm sorry about that. It must be very frustrating.

Sakon raised his right hand to reach for Ukon, his eyes suddenly growing wide, almost as if there was an anticipation or hunger there, but Tomonori shook his head. This caused the teenager to roll over to his side and close his eyes, curling up into a ball as he did so. It was almost as if he was throwing a tantrum of some kind, a silent one, however, the man knew that he wasn't doing this on purpose.

His cousin sighed and carefully touched the boy's shoulder so that he wouldn't freak him out, as he didn't know exactly what the medicine was doing to Sakon's mind. He at first glanced under the bed for a hiding spot, then spotted the small cupboard next to the bed and hoped that no one would think to look there, but he had to make sure Sakon would look.

"I don't like this medication you're on… your not acing like yourself. It isn't a bad place you have here… look at the fact that you have a cupboard here… I guess for phonebooks. Anyways… they said not to stay for to long and come and visit again."

After an hour of two, the doctor came in. "Hello Sakon, did you enjoy your relative visiting? Here's your medication. I'll come back in a bit to see that you've taken it."

The doctor then left. Due to the fact that he didn't want to take the medicine, Sakon got up and opened the door to the stand that Tomonori had spoke about, blinking twice as he did so. Some how, the older man had snuck Ukon into the cupboard. A letter and plastic baggie were in there along with the wooden puppet. Sakon swallowed the water and shoved the pills into the bag, as not taking the pills felt like a good idea, and he knew he would have to hide that he hadn't taken them.

M

About three hours later, Sakon felt more like himself. Thus, he felt like he could open the letter and read first Sakon became confused, as he didn't understand why his cousin had gone through the trouble, nor did he understand why the doctor had come to turn himself in, which bothered him as he didn't feel that the man had killed the woman.

The best solution, his mind that was now working, but not fully, would be to pretend that the medicine was still affecting him and try to find a way to gather some information about what was going on. The best way to do that was to ask where the bathroom was, and maybe by chance overhear a conversation of some sort, but it was chancing it at best. He walked up to the nurse's counter. "Bathroom?"

However, the two behind the counter were talking to each other about some sort of discrepancy that they had found in the paper work after the one doctor had been arrested, along with the fact that the man had been arrested. "After Dr. Ikimono turned himself in for killing that woman… the medications… I can't calculate them we're short on some, and we have too much of others."

"Dr. Frost says that Dr. Ikimono was always complaining, and that he insisted that we give the patients one thing, when really they should have gotten another. He is saying it will take about six months to back to normal," the other nurse complained.

"Well, there have been a few patient deaths because of the wrong medicine… and the police came by to question every one about Dr. Ikimono," the other nurse stated, then glanced up to see Sakon, who had some information now to think on. "Yes."

"Bathroom?" Sakon tried his best to pretend that he was still in a dazed state.

"It's down that way. Be sure to go back to your room after you're finished," the woman suddenly stated.

"Shouldn't he know all ready… he asked the other day," the other woman shook her head.

"He's on heavy medication, so possibly not," the other women sighed.

When Sakon got to the bathroom, he pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to think the best that he could. If there were problems with the medicine, this could be explained as a mistake of a doctor writing down that the wrong medicine had been given, not to mention this would explain why there were patient deaths.

However, this was something that should have been noticed sooner. The only way that this discrepancy would have been overlooked was if the lead doctor had overlooked it for some reason. This meant that the man may have been pocketing money that was supposed to buy drugs, or selling them on the street.

That didn't explain the surplus of the extra drugs, unless of course of course the surplused ones were the cheaper ones, a way to make it look like it was possibly someone's recording mistake. This however didn't explain, if Dr. Frost was the killer, why he killed the women, then it hit him.

Sakon walked down the hallway, the gears in his head clicking as he did so. A plan was formulating in his head, but he would need certain things to make it successful. He wasn't too sure if he would be able to find these things, but he knew that he would need to try.

As he passed the break room, he noticed a tape recorder on the table and slipped it into his robed. He then turned and looked at the clipboard that listed the weakly schedule. For some reason, he found that Dr. Frost was the only one on duty tonight, which wasn't normal for a facility this large. He began to mutter the Japanese syllables he saw out loud, in case anyone came near, as he glanced over the document.

"Sakon… what are you doing out of your room?" one of the nurses walked up, then heard him muttering the syllables one by one, slowly. "I see that you probably went to the bathroom and got distracted, now come along… it is time for your next dose of medicine."

Sakon got to the room, and it was the same scenario, he was left alone with the medicine. As he put the medicine into the plastic bag, he couldn't help but notice that the pill from last time and the one from now were different.