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Morgan blinked, backing away slightly when Dallas walked by his cell. He had seen him a few times, usually only when he passes by. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, resting his other hand on the glass pane separating his cell from the hallway. Continuing to listen to the other experiments converse, Morgan heard a voice pipe up from behind him.
"Oh Frankie? Frankie, I know you can hear me, and it's so boring when you ignore me!"
Morgan let out an exasperated sigh. He knew that he could always trust the voices to give him good advice but they could be really annoying sometimes.
"Shut up." Morgan huffed, to anyone else who would look at him, it would almost seem like he was talking to himself. After many unsuccessful attempts of getting Morgan to speak some more, the voice had returned to singing -- if the noise could be classified as singing -- a song that Morgan knew neither the meaning nor lyrics to. Building a stairway to Heaven would be impossible, he was quite sure.
"Um... Hey there...?" Morgan started, although it sounded more like a question than an actual greeting. He waved slightly, not sure whether the new arrival could even see it. "I'm Morgan. But Frankie's okay too, I guess..."
