It had almost become a routine thing for Mark as he sat there in the back of a plain white van with his hands tied behind his back to keep him from doing something shifty while the van carried him from his previous asylum to the next one, this one seeming to have high praise for its work. Lily Asylum wasn't it? Mark never bothered to memorize the names of the asylum's he was sent to for he knew that none of the doctors or psychologists would get through to him. He figured that this would be just like all of the others. He would arrive and all of the staff would be excited and promised that they would help him get better, but Mark didn't didn't need any help for he felt fine but he played along with them all. Sometimes he would dance to their tune and act like he had made a breakthrough to their delight just to then relapse into what he was, enjoying their dismay when they wondered what it was that caused him to relapse. Never once were they able to figure out that he was only playing with them, although one doctor got close to figuring it out. A shame he would never know as a patient had soon gone off the deep end and killed the doctor. Another one of Mark's work.<br/><br/>Now he sat there with a small smile on his face as he looked forward to toying with this new staff as well, as he planned on having as much fun as he could as it was said that the best staff was maintained here. That only said to Mark that this would merely be a challenge that he looked forward to. He felt the van stop and watched as the two white coat wearing men stepped out from the front and opened on of the side doors and dragged Mark out into the light. He blinked a few times before his eyes adjusted to the bright light and he looked at to what would be his new home for a little while. He didn't get to look at it long as he was soon taken inside in a hurry as the two men wished to be away with Mark as quickly as they could and stood before the door to Alex's room where someone else was already standing there waiting and knocked onto it. "We have a transfer for you." the large man said and then fell silent as he waited patiently for a reply.<br/><br/>Mark looked up at the man as they all waited, unsure of what it was that they were waiting for when he smiled. He figured that the man (Christopher) worked here and his soft voice spoke. "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" he asked, wondering if the man could understand what he said before he answered his own question. "The guardians must guard themselves." he said with a small smile before he nodded his head. "Good luck." was the last word that he spoke before he stood straight and stared at the door, waiting for whatever that would happen happened. He thought he could hear a voice beyond the door though and pondered what it was that the person was talking about.