Marvin sat in his cell, pressed against the wall thinking. Deep in thought. His white straggly hair hung over his eyes, hopefully hiding the look in his eyes. How long had he been there? It hadn't been long, he knew that much, about...a few days? He didn't care. He was stuck here now. A common theme in the paintings he used to visit was freedom, a fight for freedom. And now..he was stuck in a cell with many people around him a like him. Maybe this was his true home? Yes...that must be it. His old home was like hell, this didn't seem like hell at all. This was like...a luxury hotel for him. It was great! A nice place for him to rest and think, 

 The boy lifted his head. It seemed the door was already open. He stood up quietly, it seemed he was being delivered freedom, confined freedom, but freedom nontheless. A small nervous smirk creeped onto his face as he approached his doorway. He had to admit, this place was an example of architecture, but he wasn't sure if it was a good or bad one. He slipped out of his door into the halls that he loved. This hall was pure mayhem unleashed when everyone left their cells. He began to walk down the halls slowly, brushing his small plastic brush against the walls. He was quite annoyed that the doctors wouldn't let him bring his wooden brush, but of course there was the chance he shanked them with it. He giggled a bit as he looked down at his stomach that had nearly disappeared. That';s right, he had to eat. He began wandering around in small little steps, scared of anything blowing up in his face or something.