Moira followed the guards that had led her in the asylum along with her brother. It took a while to stabilize Moira, but after hours of screaming and kicking and keeping her in her straight jacket, they had managed to calm her down by forcing her to take her medications and handing her her beloved iPod that only consisted of classics. She calmly walked across the hallway of the asylum, with her earbuds in her ears. The guards appeared to be both exhausted and terrified of the twins that they were escorting.

"Over there is the group therapy session, go there." The guards explained by stopping and pointing towards the room, before hurriedly taking their leave.

Mason muttered a curse in annoyance. He hated group therapy sessions. All he wanted was to find his room and hide in there. Preferably under the bed. "Come on, sis." He held onto his sister's hand and led them to where he thought the directions of the rooms were.