Ernest suddenly realized that waiting for someone to do something wouldn't avail him now. Henry was dead, Ron and the other one, Doonoe,<br/>he didn't figure they were the most decisive individuals either, from what he had seen.<br/>In fact, being interred into an asylum tended to pacify people.<br/>He instinctively thought of calling for assistance, obviously, that was folly.<br/><br/>A faint growl reached Ernest's ear through his idle thoughts, he noticed Doonoe standing closer, eyes fixed,<br/>as if he wanted something from him. He was hungry, supposedly.<br/><br/>Another figure now emerged from the corridor, she continued towards the group until she dramatically dove, slid over the shiny wooden floor,<br/>and ended up with her fingers around Ernest's ankle. It was far from the strangest thing Ernest had seen in his years here.<br/><br/>"Hello there."<br/>He pointed two fingers down at the woman, like a cowboy suavely drawing his revolvers from their holsters.<br/>"Evaline right? Sorry about standing in the way of your rabbit."<br/><br/>Ernest was struck with a thought.<br/>His seniority appointed him the doyen of this group, the one expected to be most experienced.<br/>In a mental flash he suddenly imagined a grim man, the archetypical, stern father figure.<br/><br/>No, there were more people still in the asylum, asleep. Henry had seemed fairly reliable, but ofcourse, he was dead. He looked over at the man again,<br/>grey in the strange light, he hadn't known him closely, they had played chess every now and then though. Heart attack, he thought, Henry had a bad heart.<br/><br/>"No time like the present, eh, folks?"<br/>He smiled a strange smile, without fully knowing the reason.<br/>Does any one of you know how to make breakfast without starting a conflagration? Maybe there's some of that cake left."<br/><br/>His smile melted away within a second.<br/>"I should probably get Henry to bed, before breakfast."<br/>In his mind he stood in front of the couch, wrapped his arms around the uncooperative body, over and over from all kinds of angles, like trying to bind a knot for the first time.<br/>He looked around, Ron had slipped away somewhere, possibly upstairs.<br/>"Hey, Doonoe, help me carry Henry to his room, otherwise it's gonna be a fairly grim breakfast."