The three doctors stood in front of the building. Loomis paced back and forth as Wynn and Carpenter chattered like mice.
"-going to have to isolate him-"
"-he's fourteen, though, we still can't charge him with anything - "
Loomis butted in abruptly. "Tell me, why do you care now?"
Carpenter looked up. "You were right. He is much too dangerous to be kept out in the open. We'll have to put him in the cell ward, effective tonight."
"No, Carpenter!" Loomis shouted. "We can't keep him here! Not after tonight, not after what happened - "
"Doctor Carpenter! There's another body over here."
Loomis snapped to attention. "Come on!" he yelled to Carpenter and Wynn, who rushed over with him around the building.
There lay Dr. Hill, sprawled out on the pavement. There was blood everywhere.
"No...no..." Loomis uttered in despair. "What happened?!" He grabbed the medic's shirt as if his life depended on it.
"She fell from the top, looks like," he said. "The indentations say as much. Plus her head's split open like a banana peel."
Loomis broke down. In the years that he'd been at Smith's Grove, Hill had been the only one who truly believed him. The only one who understood him. His faithful colleague. And now she was dead.
"Come on, Loomis. Get up."
As Wynn and Carpenter dragged Loomis to his feet, he looked up. Michael was glaring out of his window.
He staggered to his feet. His face snarled into a furious sneer.
"You devil," he said to the night. "You demon, you evil, maniacal bastard, you! I'll make sure the only thing you see for the rest of your life is your damned prison cell!"
The echoes flew into the air, never to be heard again.
