GoodFellow looked to Shaw as he watched the struggle from the shadows. The three student's with him were quiet but fidgeting.  He turned to them. Giving them signals designating their number assignment. Tallest to smallest. 1, 2, 3.<br/><br/>Not student number, or trainee number, just the number.  One, two, three. They would wear their designated number in this room for the next few hours. They would response when their number was spoken. They would perform as instructed or find themselves in less pleasant circumstances before the day was over.<br/><br/>Was it the full moon???  It had that feel to it. Trick or treat. He looked at Charlotte sitting on the side of the bed.  It was show time.<br/><br/>He stepped out of the shadows. Boot heels clicking against the floor. He stopped in front of her.  His express kind and understanding because he did. But it changed nothing.<br/><br/>"Morning Charlotte," GoodFellow began. "I trust you rested well."