<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Library, outside making her way towards Brazil, dragging Sam with her and spotting Tim!<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sam Washington, Brazil King (spotting Tim at the window)<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Doug sat in the driver’s seat of the minivan, completely oblivious to the events playing out thanks greatly to the decibel level of the music blasting from the radio, and his amused attention focused solely on the phone in his hand as he exchanged texts with his girlfriend.  Had he noticed the smoke, now billowing from the second floor of the library, he would most certainly not have allowed Natalie to enter in the first place. And so he sat, blissfully unaware of his surroundings or the danger his ward had been in.<br/><br/>Once outside, Natalie took Sam’s hand, moving with him towards the side of the library towards the parking area, searching for shelter should the building collapse. She was young and inexperienced when it came to emergencies such as these and her panicked mind wouldn’t allow her to think straight. It was then she spotted a girl on a motor bike. Did she see the fire? Could it be that she was just as oblivious to the disaster playing out before their very eyes as Natalie herself had once been?  Picking up her pace, Natalie moved towards the stranger, slipping gracefully on the grimy snow that clung to ground, totally absorbed in her intent on warning the new arrival. She dragged her rescuer along with her, clinging to his presence out of self protection.  However, the smoke that clung to her lungs soon slowed her progress, forcing her to stop halfway between the front entrance of the library and the stranger on the bike.<br/><br/>Bending slightly at the waist Natalie took a great gulp of the polluted air, hoping to exchange one evil for another. She would have preferred the carefully filtered air that welcomed her at the mental hospital where she now resided, however, the lesser of the two evils would have to do.  Coughing the last of the dark smoke from her lungs, Natalie wiped the tears staining her sullied cheeks and finally replied to Sam’s original query<strong>”I’m fine… I think…I was suppose to meet a…”</strong>pausing, she blushed not wanting to continue her line of thought. How embarrassing was it to admit that she was there to join a support group for unstable people? As she looked up nervously, searching for a plausible excuse for her being at the library at such an hour when she noticed the smoke pouring from the second floor windows for the first time.<strong>”I didn’t even see the smoke at first”</strong>she said aloud, more to herself than to strike up a conversation. Pointing to the girl in the parking lot Natalie voiced her concern<strong>”do you think she sees it? We should warn her…”</strong><br/><br/>Confusion flustered her mind, causing Natalie to receive choppy messages that made no sense. Her conscious poked at her, telling her she had been rude not to inquire upon her rescuers health. The scolding image of her mother floated in her mind making Natalie feel incompetent in her social skills. She turned to look into the concerned eyes of the stranger that had come to her rescue. As the young dancer opened her mouth to inquire about his health a small squeak burst from her lips as she was instantly sidetracked by the sudden cracking sound that echoed across the dark night. Shortly after movement grabbed her attention, forcing her terrified eyes toward the second floor of the burning building.  Raising a shaky arm, Natalie pointed to the drama unfolding and cried out<strong>”my god there are people still inside!”</strong><br/>