𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚄𝙼 ☂ Five Hargreeves

03 ☂ Dad...

☂ Dad... ☂

The huge sign on the building reads "Morty's Television"  "AM/FM radio", and inside that building are the two teenagers, Five and Eight Hargreeves, and the cereal eating Elliott.

"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" asked the boy, studying the colorless pictures taped up on the board.

Eight sat on the sofa, bored out of her mind.

"Of course. Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere." The man replied, munching on his food.

"I didn't see a darkroom." Eight stated, joining their conversation.

"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet." Elliott quickly said, pointing into a direction, obnoxiously.

Five took a pen, scratched the date off the film box he got from Hazel, handed it to the man, popping a question "Can you develop this?".

"Huh. "Frankel Footage." Friends of yours?" Elliott asked curiously.

"Cousins on our robot mother's side." Eight smiled tightly, holding back her laughter.

"Can you do it or not?" the boy raised his voice.

"Sure I can." the man shrugged.

"How long?" the teens asked in unison.

"Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid. Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park, and there's pigeons--"

"Elliott." Eight yelled out.

"It's like five, maybe six hours." he said, quickly.

"Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium." the man's voice in the radio echoed through the open air in the room, catching Five's and Eight's attention.

"The hell is a code 3-15?" Five looked over at Elliott, waiting for an explanation, his hands deep in his pockets as he stood tall.

"Mhm. Fugitives on the run." The man mumbled his words.

"Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous." they listened the man in the radio continue.

"Oh, Diego" Five whispered.

"Who's Diego?" Elliott asked the boy, his mouth full with food.

"Imagine Batman, then aim lower." The boy gestured with his hand, explaining the concept of their dimwitted brother to the curious man.

"That's not so Robin of you, darling." Eight giggled at her own joke nobody else found funny.

"You get started on that film. We'll be back as soon as we can." Five stepped away from the radio, his voice dominating over the indistinct chatter in the radio.

He pulled the girl up from her seat, holding her by the wrist as he lead her towards the front door, quickly leaving the apartment via blinking away.

The two appeared in the back of the Texas school book depository, cautiously looking around if anyone has seen them, walking towards the front.

"There's Diego" Eight pointed her finger towards a car parked beside the pavement in front of the large building.

"And a crazy lady." Five sighed.