[right][h2][color=700DBE][b]Subject:[/b] FP-2001-CA[/color][/h2][/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Location:[/b] Purple Ward [/right]
[right][b]Last Recorded Interaction:[/b] [@Nyxira], [@BCTheEntity] [/right]
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	The younger looking of the two ducked behind the other. Colette let out a small apology as he poked back out and explained that he didn’t have any idea of what was going on. The older man more or less was in the same situation. The two of them confirmed what Colette already knew, which was nothing.

	Despite it not being anyone’s fault, she still let her mouth relax into a soft frown. After years of strict schedule keeping and immaculate upkeep of the facility, its staff, and the people they held contained, it was very unsettling that everything went dark seemingly overnight. How was it that she slept through the probably dozens of footsteps of the other captives leaving through the halls, but woke to these two talking? It didn’t matter now. But the older of the two gentlemen brought up a good point.

	“Oui. Je suis d'accord.” Colette collected herself and stood up straight. She put her hands together in a soft clap. “That must be where everyone went. C'est une bonne idée. Someone there must know what is happening.” Besides finding someone else who might know what was going on, Colette was also starting to feel hungry. Some food would do some good and hopefully bring some certainty to the confusion. Normally, that is where many of them would have been corralled to anyway. At the very least, there weren’t many ways they could wander. If she remembered right, the cafeteria would be at the end of the hall where the other wards met nearby.

	“Oui.” Colette confirmed with the new comer as she decided to start walking that way. Despite the hall being bathed in red light, there was a small sense of normalcy at the moment. Wanting to break up the short silence, she spoke up once again.

	“By the way. My name is Colette. I think that would be easier to remember than a number. I don’t think I ever got either of your names. May I ask what they are?” Colette turned her head to face the others. Colette could not help that making as many friends as they could in this situation would be a good decision moving forward. She was still uncertain of what was to come.