"Hi Jen," Logan said as he followed Peter into the hospital. He disliked hospitals a great deal, always had. They seemed much too clean and sterile, and they housed some of the most frighteningly intense chemical smells known to man. The Ditto Town hospital was much the same, though Logan saw that it was slightly more welcoming than the hospitals in the big city he was used to. He observed his surroundings awkwardly, taking note of the many patients, nurses, doctors, and visitors moving through the halls and main atrium. "So... where's his room?" Logan asked, still surveying the area dismally.

Alec counted for one second and a half before letting a nice ripple of shock cover his face. "What just happened?" he sputtered. "And dude, what's with the cuffs?"

He lifted his hands and shook them. "These plastic ones are really pinch-y. And suck-y. And I don't even need them." He huffed and slouched in his seat. "Don't I have rights or something like that?"

This was not following his impeccably mapped-out plan.

"Hey, Officer?" Alec straightened and blinked a few times. "I think I actually might have seen something. There were those big guys with the weird black cars, right? I bet they had something to do with it. In fact, there was like, this huge brawl in the park across from my house. Well, not my house. My uncle's house. I was visiting my uncle--hey, wait! Since I don't live in this state, are you even allowed to cuff me?" He waved his hands in the air again.

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"Oh."

Johnny flopped down on chair and looked down at his sister. "Oh." What were you supposed to say, anyway? Geez, I'm so sorry? Well, great, you're one step closer to heaven than the rest of us?

"Um, well, they probably know what to do, right?" Johnny searched Susan's face. "I mean, I read something once about those chemo-pills. You just take them twice a day and..."

He trailed off as Susan's eyes suddenly produced tears. They were shiny, like cat eyes. "Susie? Do you need anything right now?"

"I see..." said Joshua Keeton. "All right, now you listen to me now. You need to take a VICTIM standpoint. You didn't do anything wrong unless you where forced to do it. You are the victim here, now anybody else. You gotta have a sob story that will make even the most tough Judge cry." He nodded his head, and intently viewed Micah, "Got it?"

Frank laughed at the guard's anger. "You don't control me. I control you. I am inside your head."
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Jen said, "We are at it. Wanna go in?"
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Unable to speak, Micah solemnly nodded. "Yes sir."
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Miley opened the door for her friends, allowing them in.

Joshua continued, "Also, don't be all 'tough guy', people never feel sorry for tough guys. You're understanding this, right?"

Micah asked, "What you mean by tough guy?" He wanted to make sure he did not have to stay here or prison.

Joshua Keeton leaned in, "I mean no pouty faces, folded arms and smart remarks. No swanky language or sarcasm. No punk stuff. Are you hearin me? You gotta get the feel of a victim."

Unsure still of where Joshua was going with this,Micah said, "Okay. So, I just stand straight, with a normal facial expression and should I cry?"

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Joshua scooted uncomfortably in his chair, twitching his mouth. "Well," he said, "You're just a tad too old for the crying thing and they would know you're faking. It would be better to just bite your lip and look like a scared little kid. Don't go overbaord though. And uh, yeah you should stand straight. That's good body language. It shows you are a straight guy and that you are telling the truth." Joshua smiled awkwardly, and folded his hands on his lap, examining Micah's comprehension.

Nate sighed and said "So, you want me to fall off the map?" The Director's end of the phone wen't silent for a few moments, and then he said "Pretty much, just make yourself scarce. And... Try to blend in with the rest of the kids your age, if that is even possible for you to do, Nate. I'll talk to you when this blows over... Oh and Nate, we found your brother... He died a few weeks ago during a high profile mission... I'm sorry... Goodbye Nate"

The director hung up and Nate crushed his cell phone underneith his fist.

Micah said, "Well, I AM scared. So, there's no worries about that being fake. I'll just show it more." He gave Joshua an assuring look that he understood. "So, you think I'm too sarcastic?"
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Stacey felt a rush of excitement over her, as Logan saisd he had fun with her too. She immediately called Rosemunde. For some reason, she's been more comfortable talking to Rose lately. "OMGSH! ROSIE, I THINK I FOUND THE ONE!"

Buck sighed in response to Alec. This is a federal case, so yes I can arrest you if you don't live in the state. Yes you have rights. You have the right to remain silent, anything you do or say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a laywer, if you can't afford one, the court will provide one for you. You have the right to quit complainin.' You have the right to...

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Hearing no answer Kahlynn knocked on the door again, getting increasingly worried.

Rosamunde adjusted her headband, flipping her pink and blonde tendrils behind her shoulder. Her cellphone began ringing and she skipped to her bed, grabbing her phone. She flopped onto her bed and answered it with a cheerful, "Hello!"

Stacey's voice filtered from the other end of the line, "OMGSH! ROSIE, I THINK I FOUND THE ONE!"

Rosie? Rosamunde giggled to herself before saying, "You mean Logan?"

Stacey giggled, "Yes. He's so nice. Nicer than any other guy I've ever met before! He's so cute. We should celebrate!'

"Celebrate?" Rosamunde sat up, crossing her legs. "I don't have much to celebrate, but if you want to hang out, we can." She laughed lightly.