Regan fiddled with a stray thread on his sweater. He was in an elevator. Just the other day, he had found the hospital. Lake Silver Sanctuary, it was called. It wasn't a secret that it was an asylum. The barred windows would have been evidence enough, but Regan had made the decision to walk in and volunteer. It was true that he didn't know why, but it felt right. Now he was on his way to meet the boy he was going to talk to, Seth. He was around his age, so they could... interact normally. He was told the other boy didn't talk much. But they did say to be careful. The boy he was meeting was unstable. The elevator stopped abruptly, and Regan strode out and opened door number 3. It was dimly lit, but he could see a boy in the room sitting on a bed. He was taller than Regan, and he hardly looked sick. Regan brushed some black hair out of his face. "Hi!" He grinned widely, wanting to make a good impression.