The asylum had been an experience in its own. Getting drugged, stripped down and tortured, operated on, and beat didn’t do any good for anybody.

You’d managed to convince Dick not to leave, but the tension was still thick and dense. Dick would stay with you, Kory, Rachel, and Gar on the condition that he could make some calls and get some things in order ‘just in case’.

Rachel had gone somewhere with her mother, and not wanting to disturb them, you, Gar, and Kory stayed back in the safe house, or condo, or whatever it was.

Kory had taken out a bottle of bourbon she’d found somewhere and poured herself four shots. After she downed the first two, she offered the last shots to you and Gar.

Dick was currently arguing with Kory, telling her how she shouldn’t give alcohol to underaged teens.

Gar was sitting in the couch next to you, holding his hands out while looking down at them.

Gar: “Am I supposed to feel numb?” He asks, the bourbon taking well effect.