Day 53: Music Room

[rocksthecourt]

Well, if it wasn't his favorite time of the week. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. Of course in this case, distance makes Klavier feel like an abused, neglected animal who was only now being allowed a taste of actual food. These people were such savages. It was still absolutely absurd that they were allowed access to this room so

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[its_the_mileage]

Indy'd seen it too. That was the so-called "toymaker," wasn't it? Shouldn't be difficult to find. He'd take a look at that note on the way back to his room and try to get in touch with the roommate tomorrow.

Peter's attitude had shifted from vague sadness about Keman's disappearance to a deeper, more general grief. Indy let him talk, wondering all the while what kind of fights the teenaged self-made superhero and his friends got into that led to them being impaled through the chest by poles.

"You don't forget them," he objected when Peter had finished, speaking with a conviction he wasn't sure he felt. Plenty of faces ran together over the years, people who'd been lost in one way or another, and this place seemed to accelerate that process. How often, really, did he think about Pierson--or Deirdre, for that matter?

"Listen, Peter," he tried again. "If you gave things their full weight, mourned every loss in here the way it deserved, you'd get crushed by it. There'll be a time for that, once we get out of here, but right now, the best way to honor them is to keep going. There's still a chance we can help them." If even some of the visitors actually were previous patients, they couldn't be killing them all. There was someplace they were holding people like Dad, and Indy was determined to find out what it was and get them out of it.

Peter's burst of enthusiasm dragged a smile out of him, despite the grim tone of the conversation. "Hopefully there'll be time for that too, kid."