Ernest turned halfway around.<br/><br/>It was that boy with the weird eyes, was he albino?<br/>Half albino? Was there even such a thing? What was wrong with this one again? Hallucinations? Probably Schizophrenic.<br/><br/>He quickly corrected his hair again, suddenly wanting to make a proper impression, gestured theatrically to the inert figure in the couch as an explanation for his behaviour. "This man's cold. Dead."<br/>He looked around the spacious room. "And also..."<br/>The silence was... solid. It was as if the sun had decided to shine in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>They were gonna come back, they wouldn't leave him here, they were professionals, why would they? Maybe there was just something they had to take care of outside,<br/>and they had to make sure that none of the more disturbed ones got out, but then, why were so few here? No, it didn't add up, the medicine cabinet wasn't locked, it was ransacked.<br/>He bent over slightly and rested his palms on his thighs. Why was he feeling so nauseated?<br/><br/>Ron entered the room, keeping close to the corridor wall as he did, pressing even closer when he neared Doonoe. Actively avoiding everyone with his gaze, but looking around seemingly confused.<br/>He was another skinny, unhealthy-looking young man in his mid teens. Tired, glazed over eyes.<br/>Ron was unpleasant somehow, to Ernest at least. He usually moved like a badger sneaking by a sleeping bear and had a long, winding scar,<br/>like a hairless ravine across the back of his head, which was unnerving to see.<br/><br/>Ernest turned to the newly arrived.<br/>"The doors... are sealed with a chain"<br/><br/>Ron mumbled as always.<br/>"That's good" he shrugged, uninterested "Why go outside?"<br/><br/>"Only they took all the medication, and the food wouldn't last forever"<br/><br/>Ron Seemed to retract his extremities even more towards himself.<br/>"Wahwahwahwahwahwahwahwah..." He clenched his hands, both of which had a thin layer of bandages over them,<br/>then extended one finger after another, like he was counting something nobody else saw.<br/>"...wah" he added.<br/><br/>"You know anything?" Ernest continued.<br/><br/>"I saw the uhh... warden... talking with a policeman or something... on the driveway yesterday."<br/>Ron mumbled on, while looking at his hands.