Dick watched the commissioner approach him and kneel. He was saying something but Dick couldn't hear him, or chose not to. As the man stood, Dick felt himself being led out of the manor and towards the squad car.<br/><br/>The drive wasn't long but the silence that accompanied it made it drag on forever. Dick didn't say a word as he was led into the station and told to sit in one of the chairs in the commissioner's office. A few tried talking to him, getting him to say anything, to smile, but Dick had completely shut out the world.<br/><br/>He heard the words 'Juvenile Detention Center' and felt his stomach drop. Was this because he had run away? He wasn't bad, really he wasn't!<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he was once more led out of the station.<br/><br/><br/>The building was grey brick, surrounded by a thick fence with what he assumed was barbed wire on top. The commissioner carried a bag with his things in one hand, probably given to him by Haly, and gripped Dick's shoulder with the other.<br/><br/>The inside of the building was just as grey as the outside and before he knew it Dick was being led to a room by an older woman. He heard the door click behind him and took in the small area. This was it, this was where he would spend his days as the orphaned circus brat he was. Sinking on to one of the hard bunks, Dick felt hot tears slipping down his face and he openly began to sob into the pillow, not caring in that moment who heard.