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5:00 AM, Morning.

Wednesday, House

Whitty was asleep, still in his bed. It's been 10 days ever since Ruv left house to go to the hospital. Agoti's drinking problem grew worse. Tabi and Whitty didn't know about this, so it was getting more dangerous every day.

It wasn't until 5:00 AM in the morning, he got a call.

He looked at his phone. It was from the hospital, so he would assume that Ruv was going out of the hospital to go home today.

"Hello, Whitmore Lucifer here.." He said in his best 'I've been awake for several hours' voice.

"Hello? Is this Ruvyzvat's son?"

"Yes, why?"

"..."

"We'll call you later, sir. Sorry for waking you up so early. Have a good day."

"okay..?"

"..."

Whitty sighed and flopped on his bed. He wondered what the hospital was going to say to him. Maybe something terrible.

Nonetheless, he went downstairs to start the day now that he's up.

He walked to the kitchen and made some food. He wasn't hungry, but he didn't care. It was 5:00 AM, so Whitty was a tad bit tired.

He sat down and continued eating his bread. He wasn't able to make food for his siblings as he didn't know how to.

He got up and walked to the basement where they stored some creepy looking dolls down there. One was a stuffed rabbit Agoti used to have.

It had an eerie appearance. It had yellow eyes, a red bowtie, and some blue pants.

He called it 'Mr. Hopp'. Agoti had it until he grew older, which Ruv took it away from him and stored it in the basement.

There was another doll which Agoti had when he was much more younger.

Ruv called it 'Mr. Stripes', as it beared the appearance of a tiger.

It had a buttoned up eye on the left, but a green eye on the right. The doll had a tail, black pants, and a blue tie.

'This looks like it came from the 1900's..' Whitty thought.

He picked up another doll. This time, it looked more feminine.

Agoti had this along with Mr. Hopp. He called it 'Miss Bo'.

It had blue eyes. It resembled a panda. It had pink cheeks, a heart on it's chest, a bow on top of it's head, and pink pants. 

It was a pretty doll, but it was still eerie.

He puts it down onto the box and walks out of the basement.

Whitty walked upstairs into his room. 

He walked around, aimlessly. He was a bit bored. He turned on his computer until he got a phone call.

"Hello? Mr. Whitmore here.."

"Whitmore, we are sorry to say that your dad has escaped the hospital. We think that he is dead. We aren't sure, so we are going to send a search and rescue team."

"Please don't put this on the news." Whitty was in shock.

"We won't."