"Michael Myers cannot stay here any longer."
Loomis desperately pleaded to his and Wynn's superior, Dr. Carpenter. He was an average man with long black hair and a bushy mustache. Dr. Jennifer Hill sat next to him.
"Dr. Carpenter," Hill said, "I suggest we move him to Litchfield. It's a maximum-security ward, and he won't be able to harm anyone. Please."
Carpenter shook his head. "Jen, that would cost us several hundred dollars that we don't have. I'm sorry, but Myers stays."
Loomis tried to butt in. "Dr., can we at least get him into a separate, private ward or somewhere he won't be able to get out? It's for the greater good. If you knew what this boy was - "
"I know exactly what he is." Carpenter huffed, then said, "As for what this boy 'is', he is merely a catatonic exhibiting comatose behavior over killing his sister. Myers will remain in the open juvenile ward."
"He isn't catatonic. I know there's something there. He hasn't completely shut down yet...but he is prone to aggressiveness when provoked. I have treated this boy for almost four years now. He isn't just some traumatized cold case. He is not human. Take me seriously, Carpenter, I'm telling you..." Loomis's shoulder's sagged, as he was getting nowhere. "It would be best to either move him to a private room or into a maximum-security facility. Our security here is not sufficient enough to hold him for much longer. And if he escapes, it's going to be all on you."
"No. He will remain here. You will continue to treat him or else he will be given to someone other than you. Do you understand?"
Loomis looked to Hill in defeat. "Very well," he said, "but it's your funeral."
The two walked out of the forum chamber. As soon as they were out of earshot, Loomis whispered, "That Dr. Carpenter is as bull-headed as they come. I don't like this one bit. It seems you are the only one who believes me."
"Sam," Hill said reassuringly, "it's going to be all right. Wynn's talking to him."
"What does he know? He's Carpenter's bloody puppet, someone's always breathing down his neck for some reason or another. No one but I can be safe around Michael. I have to stay."
"Sam, if this isn't Carpenter's funeral, it's ours..."
Loomis glanced at the room in front of him. He vaguely registered that it was Michael's. A quick peek inside revealed him sitting in front of the wall, calm as ever.
"You've fooled them, haven't you, Michael?" he said to the door. "But not me."
