[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily[/color] & [color=99ccff]Iris[/color][/h1][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]	Iris tried to keep herself still and calm, sitting on Cynthia's bed, but she wasn't able to stay still. It took everything she had in her not to run out of that door and chase down Cynthia and her mother, regardless of what the agent told her. And not only was Iris impulsive by nature, but she had a deep fear of letting others down. This was a day, she felt, that would haunt her for the rest of her career in psychiatry. People had died and a patient was kidnapped. 

	She [i]wanted[/i] to trust that all of the pieces would fall into place. She wanted to have faith. But the well of positivity seemed to be running dryer and dryer with each second that passed. Tugging on her hair, Iris walked over to the door. The agent had told her to stay inside the room, no? He didn't say anything about sticking her head out to have a peak. Quietly, Iris opened the door a crack and tried to get a glimpse to see what was going on. Perhaps, somehow, she'd figure out something she could do to help--something other than sitting in her kidnapped, likely soon to be murdered, patient's room and pulling her hair out. 

	Meanwhile, Cecily slowly went out of her slightly crouched position, reminding herself that Keystone was covering her, and easily three (if not more) Cecily's could fit behind the man. Caesar and Keystone exchanged a short conversation, as Cecily stared at the window, trying to imagine what Caesar's next move was. But instead, all her mind would show her were the possible points to take evidence, as well as a rough model for calculating Proserpine's impact velocity. She couldn't think in terms of combat and security--at least, not yet. 

	She couldn't help but feel like a broomstick would've been bloody useful about then. If magic was real, they could've jumped on a broom, cast [i]Stupefy[/i] at Proserpine, and then arrested the woman, once and for all. But even that, from what Proserpine said, wouldn't bring Alicia's killer to justice. It would only bring Danica and Wallace's. That was the way justice worked, after all--every victory for the 'good guys' was just two steps forward and one step backwards. 

	But then Cecily's eyes widened slightly, thinking of something that she [i]could[/i] do. If she was lucky, she might be able to pull a fingerprint of Proserpine's somewhere along the facility. Perhaps on a door handle, maybe on a railing somewhere. There was a chance, she felt, that a print was somewhere in the asylum. And if she had a print, she could prove--with evidence, rather than the words of a murderer--whether or not Proserpine was responsible for Alicia's death. 

	It was a long shot, however. Fingerprinting was difficult enough with a good surface and a clear print. And even if she could lift any prints, there were dozens of people in the asylum, at least, that could have left a print on the same object. Or perhaps Proserpine would have left a hair behind--and if they were lucky enough, the hair would still have the stem on it, allowing the mitochondrial DNA to be analyzed as well. 

	And then, realizing how incredibly daft she had been when a fresh clue had already presented itself, Cecily pulled out her phone and did a simple google search for [i]Tutwiler.[/i]