Dr. Hawthorn offered Vanity a simple nod and his warm smile as he wrote down the boy's name on a clipboard. [b]"We will see about you and your friend's reunion later, but for now will you step to the right with my associate Mr. Lock."[/b] He said looking up from his writing and indicating to his right to a guard who was standing next to a set of large crates.

From the back a rotten smell could picked up before a loud hacking sound could be heard. If anyone would look back, which a good some did, they would see a man who looked like he was literally rotting away snorting and spitting on the floor. The man rolled his shoulders and gut wrenching cracks came from all over his body. He then ran his boney hand through the patches of hair he did have on his head.