‘I don’t remember how I got here.’

How [b]could[/b] Gershwin begin to understand Cody? If they were truly not normal, of course it would be difficult to try and fathom the impossible. Yet, it did not stop the hearer’s want to imagine the improbable. They were living, breathing, superhero comic book characters, and depending on the perspective that was quite cool – not so much so in their predicament.

Her pain…? They did put her in a straitjacket and had her room all padded up – anaesthetized at one point, even.

Was she a delicate person? Was her skin paper-thin? Were her bones as fragile as thin glass? She had the audacious thought of pinching herself to see what happened – but in hindsight she knew she wouldn’t be let loose to move freely if they weren’t confident that she wouldn’t “be able to do what she could do.” 

Still, she braved through and with her nails pinched her forearm’s skin. 

Nothing. 

Cody walked his own way to the instruments, choosing and picking up the guitar. Gershwin walked around for any more information. If there were cameras, they were inconspicuously hidden well. If there was a way out besides the door from which they came, nothing in the room betrayed that knowledge. They’d probably be shot on sight upon reaching for the door, so that was out of the question. 

So she sat, and watched as Cody settled himself to play.

‘So… tell me about yourself, fellow prisoner.’

[hr]

Agent Dioxide tuned his keen ear to listen out for people, his paranoia was getting to him. Healthy as it may be to be cautious, it took on his one physical condition – a heart that would beat so fast that it required medicine to slow once at a certain rhythm. A condition he had dealt with his own life, he used it to his advantage to always plan ahead and to think strategically, so as to not have to exert himself. He may not have been the most active, but he was the most attentive of his immediate surroundings. 

[i] ‘I can’t believe we’re out of donuts again’[sup] ‘Probably Big Boss and his fat ass again’[/sup][sub] ‘Dude shut up they can probably hear us’[/sub][sub] ‘and what’s he going to do, roll himself here?’[/sub] 'I swear to god, shut up.'[/i]

Suddenly, Big Boss’ booming voice was heard on the PA system. 

‘Agent Matheson, my office, [b]now.[/b]’

If only Agent Dioxide had been attentive to where the Subjects had gone. But he can’t truly fault himself: some things are just out of anyone’s control. 

‘I’ll… see you tomorrow, Agent Caits.’