[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia McMillan[/b][/color][/h1]
[img]http://37.media.tumblr.com/9d8174cbdcd0a87553948289069b9f9b/tumblr_msvvqodP281rbiyydo2_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Riley's Car --> The Sidewalk[/center][hr] 

	Cynthia was as giddy as a child on Christmas morning now as they drove through the town and towards the park in the center of the small hamlet for the picnic. She wanted to get there a bit early, less people and more time for her to settle in before things got a little too stimulating for her. She wanted to speak with Adelaide, Adelaide helped keep the voices in check and she felt more normal when she was around her. The meds were helping but they never worked long and she knew with everything that was going on she would need all the help she could get. She just hoped that Adelaide showed up before it got all too overwhelming for her. 

	Tuesday and Riley were helping a lot, they had given her an evening and morning that was more normal and controlled than most that she could remember over the last ten years but she was still settling in with them. She didn't know them as well as she knew Adelaide. It was a comfortability factor. Adelaide had seen Cynthia at her worst and still stuck it out by her side. Others had only seen small glimpses of just how insane the poor woman really was these days because of what had been done to her in that so called hospital. 

	Looking out the window Cynthia suddenly started pounding on the glass of the passenger side window. [color=f26522]"No! No! Don't! We have to say! No! Don't move! I have to! Why! It's got to stop!!"[/color] she screamed out before pulling on the handle and popping the door open. Cynthia rolled out of the car and onto the curb; coming to a stop on the sidewalk before she got up and darted over to the window, her fists banging on the glass as she screamed out. [color=f26522]"NO!!!!!!!"[/color] Through the glass window of the sporting goods store was Trent Lanier put up as a front window display, blood dripping through the netting he was strung up with and into a puddle on the ground.