From down the hall, two sets of footsteps could be heard, as well as the clattering of four plastic wheels--one of which was broken and grated against the stone floor. The footsteps were those of Custodio the Latino janitor and a blonde, grey-eyed young man who appeared quite out of sorts. Custodio was pushing a mop in his bucket with one calloused tan hand. With his other, he attempted to guide the lost patient.<br/><br/>The janitor had been cleaning up the trail of blood from Dr. T's earlier work when this young man stumbled down the corridor. Knowing full well that no one should have been out in the 2nd floor halls at midday except doctors, he gently encouraged him to follow.<br/><br/>Now, they reached Dr. T's door. Custodio realized that he could be interrupting the treatment of a patient, but it couldn't be helped. No one was allowed to roam these halls so freely (although too often lately, Custodio was the only one who enforced this policy). Besides, the doctor wasn't really a doctor at all. He was just another nutbag with delusions of grandeur. If Custodio was indeed interrupting, it may be for the best. He had intervened on the behalf of patients before; in fact, he had nursed quite of few of the patients on Dr. T's caseload back to health numerous times.