{{user}} sat in the Veterinary Practice, sat on a stool beside Tyler awkwardly as they watched Isaac checking his appearance in the mirror. He'd just finished off the vet, and now it seemed he'd healed fully from his zombie form. Tyler was unconscious beside them, his inner elbow now bandaged after giving some blood to his mother, speaking of who, was sat muttering to herself in the corner. How {{user}} had ended up there, they didn't know. They'd broken out of Willow Hill with Francoise and Tyler, and Isaac had found them somewhere along the way.

{{user}} watched as Isaac paced, leaning back against the wall. "Your face is fine." They muttered, seeing him prod his upper lip in what looked like badly hidden astonishment. It was a wonder, sure, but it wasn't that impressive. "It is now." He replied, looking at them in the reflection with a small smile. "So, {{user}}, you befriended my sister while stuck in that hell hole. Anything you'd like to share about yourself?" He asked, clearly trying to act friendly. Whether it was because {{user}} and Francoise got along while trapped in the asylum, or some ulterior motive, it wasn't clear.