Meanwhile, Dr. Gautron was walking at a fast pace down the halls. He had a new task to do that would keep him occupied for some time - he felt a little bad for telling Cass that she couldn't touch anything in the lab, but he figured she wasn't too much of a troublemaker and would obey the rules he slammed down. The feeling of slight regret washed away in his mind. He opened the last door that lead to the main hall once again. He waved to the same sleek secretary, and she waved back. He pressed the "up" button beside the elevator and waited for the shiny elevator doors to open. Once they were ajar, Dr. Gautron walked inside and stood alone in the elevator. He selected the floor he wanted to travel up to, which was floor 3 - to meet up with Dr. Flax and help her organize everyone. He stared up at the tiled ceiling and counted all the water stains within the ceiling. The elevator doors opened once again, and to his surprise, Dr. Flax was standing outside the elevator he was in.
"Ah! Dr. Gautron. You've arrived. Follow me, I'll show you where we're setting up." Dr. Flax greeted, smiling.
Dr. Gautron follow the young, spunky scientist into another dark room, almost the same as the one where Dr. Gautron had met Cass and Milo for the first time. His face was illuminated by the faint light of chambers with alien like specimens in them, this time the colour of the liquid being lime green instead of aqua. Aqua was used for human test specimens, while lime green was used for alien like specimens, and neon pink was used for other animal specimens. There were a variety of other luminescent colours reserved for unexplainable specimens that the institute came across. A set of automatic doors opened up for the two scientists. The doors lead to a room which had all of the homeless people, divided into five lines, and sorted alphabetically by what city or township they were from. A couple of other scientists sat at desks with stacks of papers on them. They were forms, in fact - forms for the homeless to fill out before they were admitted into the rooms where they would be infected with the virus and "cured" by Dr. Gautron's breakthrough medicine. Dr. Gautron, usually having a positive outlook on things, was actually slightly worried that his idea would backfire. Dr. Flax escorted him to one of the desks. He sat down in a comfy wheeled chair, like the one in his office. He started to set out forms on the desk, individually, and set out a pencil holder full of black ballpoint pens. One by one, homeless people started to come up to the desks and started signing the forms. The age range of the homeless was very diverse - there were mainly middle aged adults there, but Dr. Gautron had specifically said that he wanted some elderly and youth to see if his medicine would work more effectively on them rather than the adults.
It was an hour into the form registry and Dr. Gautron had only made it to the "G" part of the alphabetical list. A young, homeless mother of three walked up with her children and filled out the form. Dr. Gautron noticed she was from Havendale, a quiet, somewhat small city, with charming residents and a dark past.
"Don't forget to fill out a form for each of your little ones there, too." Dr. Gautron advised, with a fake smile on his face.
The mother did not look up from the page and quietly grunted. A small hand came up over the counter and tugged on the mother's rugged, olive green coat. She ignored the tugging and moved onto the second form for her oldest child, a 5 year old girl. Dr. Gautron looked down the line and saw a familiar face - no - it wasn't Cass. She was in the lab. It had to have been her father. There was something about the man and the girl that made them look alike. It wasn't their eyes - the man's were hazel coloured and slightly sunken into the sockets. The man slipped off his paperboy cap and revealed salt and pepper grey hair. Dr. Gautron looked closer to find traces of blonde hair like Cass had, but none were found. He was deep in thought when he realized the mother was on the last form already.
'Good. Great. Excellent. Now I can ask the man some questions." he deviously thought.
He linked his fingers together and placed them under his chin. The mother finished signing the last blank and pushed the forms over to Dr. Gautron, which, he took, and slid them into compartments under the desk, sorted alphabetically. The man Dr. Gautron had been spying on earlier walked up to the desk and took a form from the stack and a black ballpoint pen, and started writing almost instantly. Almost, as if, he was used to signing forms.
"Just curious. But.. Are you the father of a girl named Cass?" Dr. Gautron asked, jumping the gun.
"Er, yes, in fact. Why is that of importance to you?"he responded with a defensive tone in his voice.
Dr. Gautron leaned back in his chair and thought about how to reply to the statement.
"Again, curiosity. When I took her away with the cat, she had a certain sort of something that made her unique, and you seem to have that too."
Cass' father shrugged and continued on with the form. Dr. Gautron studied the form carefully - taking in every detail.
'Del Kranzer. That's his name. Not a bad one, at that, either.' Dr. Gautron noted to himself.
Del wrote some more personal things down onto the page. He didn't notice Dr. Gautron staring at every mark he made on the page.
'May 6th is your birthday, huh? That makes you a Taurus. Fits you nicely, since you're so defensive over your daughter, much like other Taureans.'
Del looked up at Dr. Gautron's decieving, evil little smile on his face. He had a menacing gut feeling that there was something about Dr. Gautron that made him incredibly uneasy. Whether it be him taking his daughter away from him, or just having some sort of horrible, murderous mind behind those deep, kind brown eyes and tousled brown hair. A shiver shook down his spine and forced him to glue his eyes back on the form. Small beads of sweat started to form on his palms as he filled in the last blank on the bottom of the page.
"All done, hm? Perfect. Just head down that doorway there, some guides will be there to tell you where to go." Dr. Gautron said, taking the page away from Del as soon as his hands slipped away.
Del walked away down the hallway, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Dr. Gautron looked over the form, tapping a finger to his chin. After analysing everything, he slipped the form into the "H" compartment under the desk.
"Next!" he called.
Back at the lab, Cass had finished the encyclopedia about all living organisms starting with L. She had moved onto the M book, but got bored again, and decided to fall asleep. She was curled up into a ball on the wheeled chair. Her muddy boots were placed underneath it, as she had enough respect for Dr. Gautron to not make his chair all muddy for him when he got back. She didn't know how much longer Dr. Gautron would be, but she hoped that he would be back by the time she woke up.
