Micheal was in the scooping room, he could feel his hands and shoulders being held up by wires as he heard the monologue of what seemed to be Circus Baby, the one who had guided him here in the first place in hopes of fixing her. All he could do was stare in disbelief, and fear. And worry. And nervously he watched as he saw a figure behind the stained steel glass that was in front of him, and he could also see something greenish beside it.