On a lovely starry night. As they laughed with such delight. Dr. Spades hid under the shades On a wholly different page. Lost and under, Waiting for his asunder. Self-dislike, He'd never find his light He's hopeless, And copeless

And on Thin, Thin Ice

It was a poem that fit Dr. Shades very well. The young doctor's name was Ace O' Spades, Or at least what they called him, Although his real name was Ace William Finn, No one had to know.

Dr. Spades had ashen blue hair, Blue eyes, And wore a red scarf, White shirt and black leggings, With a white lab coat and glasses

His skin was pale, As he'd inherited his father's permanently lowered temperature He stood dormant in the break room, Looking at everything happening near him, A very odd frown was on his face, Which was rather unexpected from the usually happy-go-lucky foundation researcher

And he also seemed oddly quiet

What was going on with the guy?