When he was younger he would always go on walks with his family around the park on the weekends. Every time he walks around the facility he falls into a deep reverie, remembering the days when things were alright. The park was far more interesting that these dismal walls, and Ewan though Ewan had a feeling the Prague he once knew was changed forever, he could still picture it clearly: the vast green parks, the crisp river, gorgeous stone architecture of the older buildings. Olga would often bring him pictures or newspapers whenever she visited to keep him updated; nobody really knew why he was so obsessed but she seemed to understand homesickness. One would think they would get use to being somewhere after they have been there as long as he has but he still longed for home. Ewan was just different, and he was just fine with that for the most part.<br/><br/>Everyone in the facility could be different with him so he was never alone even if some of the inmates made the monster angry.<br/><br/>Olga kept an eye on Ewan while he walked, looking for the slightest change in behavior. He knew she was not here to be his friend though she was nice to him; she was here to watch over him. In the back of his mind Ewan always hoped that the monster inside would behave and not get into any trouble whenever he went on walks. Maybe someday they will let him go outside more often assuming he hasnâ€™t dropped dead by then... â€œEwan,â€ Olga said to him with a bit of a weak smile once they passed through two rather large doors, â€œhow would you like to spend some time with the other inmates for a bit? I have something I have to attend to that I had completely forgotten about.â€<br/><br/>He looked at her for a moment, tilting his head a bit in slight confusion. The other inmates wereâ€¦ well... they were ok, but he never really felt like he belonged with them. The monster would never allow him to have any friends, but then again Ewan didnâ€™t really want friends. Despite the fact he sometimes acted younger than his age in his mind he was too old to have friends anyway. That and none of the people here were appealing enough for him to form a friendship. If it were not for the fact that it was all a mask for work, he might have considered Olga when she first started tending to him. He knew better now. After being here for a long as he has you learn things, things you must discover on your own, in order to survive.<br/><br/>Before he could even have a chance to say anything, two guards took Ewan to the main room where everyone else spent their time. He tensed slightly, swallowing hard as he began to rub a small bit of the bottom of his shirt with his index finger and thumb. "<span style="font-style: italic">Kurva dÄ›vka, proÄ si mÄ› sem hodit?</span>" He swore under his breath in a sharp, irritated tone, sighing. It wasnâ€™t that he didnâ€™t want to be here, but rather he feared for the safety of the others in the room. The monster was unpredictable, and while he was sure that the guards would handle him should he decide to have fun Ewan did not want to have his privileges taken from him again.<br/><br/>He quietly took a seat on the couch in front of the television, subtly continuing to fidget with the bottom of his shirt a bit. The guards continued watching him with a stone gaze.