Thunder crashed and roared just outside the walls of the Asylum as the storm bore down on Lake Heart. Long, jagged knives of lightning split a sky that was churning with deep gray clouds.<br/><br/>Inside of the Asylum, the lights had gone out as they so often did during the thunderstorms that plagued Lake Heart on a very frequent basis.<br/><br/>The power had been out for well over a quarter hour already. Custodio had gone to the basement to see about starting the backup generators, yet no one knew of his progress in that regard. Obviously, he hadn't succeeded so far.<br/><br/>The patients wouldn't have known of his efforts anyway. Whereas the first floor was mostly a lobby and admissions area and the second floor was divided between doctor's offices and patient's cells, the third floor of the Asylum was primarily devoted to housing the insane.<br/><br/>Currently, a good number of those insane patients were wailing and moaning in terror. No matter how many times the power went out, they still treated it like a life-threatening catastrophe. Farther down the halls, locked away in the high security area, Patient 600-202020-6 sat and listened to the pitiful moans of fear from her fellow lunatics.