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[b][i]Date:[/i][/b] Sunday May 21th, 2017[/h3][/center][center][hr] [@Sigil] [@Morose] [@Dragoknighte] [@Scallop] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]
	
	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Asylum:[/color][/i][/b] - "Well if you can bring someone in to look, I'll be more than happy to let them do what they need," the man said before turning his attention back to the monitors. He didn't like the fact that they didn't have a recording but it wasn't the first time something like this had happened. It just came with the territory and he wasn't paid enough to really care too much. Usually it didn't matter but seemed this time it did. Oh well. Picking up a pickle from the jar on his desk he chomped down on it and sat there. Hopefully the rest of the night wouldn't be as exciting as it had already been. 

	Upstairs the orderly nodded. "Yeah, you too ma'am," he said before heading back out of the office. In Cynthia's things it seemed like the bag of a well rounded girl at first. A much younger girl, high school. Bright colorful pens and pencils, Lisa Frank type notebooks, a scrap book of pictures of a much younger Cynthia. There was a photo album as well from what looked like a life of Cynthia before she came to Grimm. She couldn't have been two months old and there was her abductor holding her close. They looked all of the loving family. Mother, daughter... And a man in the picture. He didn't look like either of them right off, well maybe the eyes a bit but he was older. Could he have been Cynthia's grandfather? He looked rather hard, with an expression much like Caesars. The man had obviously seen something's in his life. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Zoies Farm:[/color][/i][/b] - "Who knows, could be," Zoie said as she thought back to the image and then glanced towards it. "I knows my boss wears ones around her neck, a small one. Whys I gots no idea. I mights be ables to snoops around some tomorrow," she said before stifling a yawn as she covered her mouth. It was getting late and while she was normally a night owl today had been a bit more active than she was used to, in a very different way as well. 

	Rubbing her eyes, she pushed back from the table and stood up. "Maybes we needs to take a visit to the museum in town, sees if we could talks to someone but fer nows I thinks I better pass out in beds. Lookin' to be a long day tomorrow," she said as she picked up her glass and finished off the water in it before setting the empty jar down in the sink. 

	"Hopes you gets some rest Mali, see yas in the mornin's. Nighters," she added before stepping out of the kitchen and making her way upstairs. It was time for bed, tomorrow was a new day. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Safehouse[/color][/i][/b] - Roy sighed slightly and stood up. "No, you stay here just in case. Don't want you out there. People know your face," he said before giving her shoulder a squeeze. "I'll be right back," he added before heading out and closing the door behind him. He wasn't gone long before he came back with a couple of bags of food. 

	"Wasn't sure what you liked, so we have Chinese and Mexican," he chuckled as he set out a variety of quick pick up items. Tacos, egg rolls, rice, chips, dip, lo mien, and the like. It could have been worse and at least the food tasted good. "You can take the bed tonight, I'll take the couch. Tomorrow we will get the hell out of here hopefully," he added as he grabbed a take out box of orange chicken and plopped down on the couch.

	Checking his phone he chuckled as he read Cecily's text and fired one back at her. [i]"You're on!"[/i] - Slipping his phone back into his pocket and got to work on devouring his dinner. He only got about half way through the meal before he slumped back on the couch and fell asleep. Chopsticks still in hand, the take out dish on his leg, and his head rolled back over the back of the couch. Seemed the day had finally caught up on him. 

	[b][i][color=ed1c24]Justice Memorial Hospital:[/color][/i][/b] - Natasha let out a sigh of relief as the operation finally came to an end. They had done all they could and now only time would tell if a transplant could be done at a future date. For now at least the patient was stable and being moved into recovery. After a few hours there he would be moved to ICU for a few days at least. After that, it would probably be another week in the hospital in a general room and then months of healing and recovery in general. It was a long road ahead but it seemed that the worst was over. He wouldn't be awake until at least the morning, so it was best to just try to get moved on. 

	Turning over the case to another doctor, Natasha sent out a text to Riley's phone giving her an update to let her know that the surgery was over, he was stable, and that he could have a visitor tomorrow afternoon. That was about all she could do then. It was time to go home, get packed, and maybe, just maybe grab an hour or two sleep before the flight in the morning. Sending out another text, this time to Cecily, she let her know she was turning in now and that she would call in the morning to meet up for breakfast hopefully before the flight.