Isaac flips open his sketchbook with relief as soon as the group's attention shifts away. There is so much more to know, and as of yet no connection shared by the group other than the touch of madness. He scribbles down the new faces.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hvb6XCXx1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Drake Holland, torture, attempted murder, nostalgic, smoker, cold,</em>To Isaac, the man looks like he's walked out of one of the detective series from the web, steeped as he is in the nostalgic garb of centuries past. Not the type to murder indiscriminately.<br/><br/><em>What will Drake Holland kill for?</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hva2WyNg1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Mr. Thomas, spree shooter, serial killer, psychopathic delusions, simple, violent, boastful, judgmental</em><br/><br/>The man had chuckled as Isaac's brief account, and was less than shocked by Holland's grisly recital, but then someone so detached from humanity would find matters of torture and petty theft trivial. Mr. Thomas is the first one to give Isaac apprehension over attending these sessions. He's seen the man's look before. Eyes like those had often stared after him from the reinforced windows of the hospice's violent offendors' wing.<br/><br/><em>May God have mercy on his soul.</em><br/><br/>Isaac flips back a page to add more details to Winter, the flirtatious mystery woman from before as she recites her story, and stops. He sets down his eraser and cordons off a new section of notes for the new Winter.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfa3zQax1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Unknown female, bold, flirtatious, does not play well with others, potentially bipolar, Watch your back, Isaac.</em><br/><br/><em>Winter, multiple murders, meek, polite, nervous, fearful,</em>Isaac watches the girl collapses upon herself after telling her story, and adds,<em>deeply remorseful.</em><br/><br/><em>Who is the other Winter?</em>Isaac jots down, before turning to the silent new arrival. The doctor calls a break as he quickly takes down the woman's face.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hvc9HzAW1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Unknown female, hesitant, closed-off, afra</em><br/><br/>The pencil drops from Isaac's hand as the voices speak to him. He clenches his trembling fist and reaches into his coat pocket for another, trying not to make a scene. He feels eyes on him, staring into the back of his head, feels the reeling, lifting sensation, the cold breath on his neck, squeezes down on the pencil until it snaps.<br/><br/>He sees the rainbow girl, Kenzie, stiffen and look around, step from her chair, cover her ears.<br/><br/>'Does she hear them?'<br/><br/>Before he can stand up and ask, his view is occluded by something large and brown.<br/><br/><strong>"Hi. I'm Detrius Harper. I can't help but notice you already have a few sketches made, can I ask what they're of?"</strong><br/><br/>Isaac's eyes refocus. It's Detrius. The voices and the reeling are gone. So is the girl. Isaac remembers himself and slaps the sketchbook shut.<br/><br/>"Just uh, some things to help me remember names. I'm good with faces, terrible with names."<br/><br/>He looks at the broken pieces of pencil in his hand, and tucks them into his pocket.<br/><br/>"Just remembered a good joke," he says with a stiff smile. He stands up, and takes a quick glance around the room, at the other patients. He smiles at Detrius and nods towards the small table of snacks and coffee.<br/><br/>"So, free refreshments. I, uh, recommend anything but the Cool-aid."