The twins were escorted back to their rooms, having to sit through that tireless group therapy session. They had managed to stick to the shadows and not say anything at all throughout the session. When they were brought back to the room, Mason crawled back underneath the bed. He began to mutter violent things and scratch the floor underneath the bed.

"I'm tired of this, brother." Moira tossed her iPod aside with annoyance. She wanted out of this room, out of this asylum. 

"So am I.." Mason rolled his eyes. "But it's not like we can escape this damn place," 

Moira stared around the room for anything sharp she could use to cut herself. She might have been able to shape a key with her blood, but there was no way telling if it would work. Also there were no sharp objects in the room, so she just merely flopped down on her bed with a grumble. Her eyes briefly flashed red.