On his way to his room, Ange could hear the confrontational tone that Vanity took with a guard. He couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation a little as he pretended to fumble around with the doorknob. Control it...? Control what? Ange wondered, what could Vanity possibly be hiding?

He knew it would be quite easy for him to avoid the 'therapists' and 'psychiatrists' in the ward. He'd just keep himself secluded in this room all day and night, at least until breakfast when he could meet with Vanity again and go over the map of the ward. This room that she talked about. He wondered why the hospital would have a place like this on the ward, perhaps it was once in use, then something went wrong and caused the room to fall into disrepair. Who knew?

Ange slowly closed the door behind him as he listened to the sound of Vanity's door slamming. He slid down the side of the door, sitting in front of it and leaning his head back to stare at the blank ceiling... Damn. They didn't even allow him to wear shoes with laces! How would he ever be able to escape in time? He was completely, 100% done with this shit. If his family didn't care enough about him to listen to his truth, then to hell with them... He'd show them they were wrong someday. He'd show EVERYONE that they are wrong.

Ange let his thoughts race through his head like dogs at the sound of the bullet. He didn't even notice when his eyes began to droop and he found himself sliding down to lay on the floor and lose himself to sleep.