Day 26: Intercom, Morning

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The intercom clicked on with its usually cheery air and the Head Doctor seemed to call out the events of the day with a smile that was nearly audible.

"I trust that everyone enjoyed a hearty breakfast! Now, as I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the events of today, I will come clean with what they are! Yes, that's right, today, everyone will

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Quatre had gone to sleep with sore muscles. It had been a long day. Still, he preferred the days where he got his hands dirty to the ones he spent behind a desk. He felt like he could get more done. It was comforting to feel his body tighten up do to physical labor instead of feel it getting kinks from sitting and filling out paperwork.

His dreams were... uneasy, but then they usually were. It wasn't enough to cause him worry, because he felt that if all of his worries could pour out in his sleep then he should be able to focus on his hopes when he was awake.

When he finally did wake it was with the lazy grogginess of someone who didn't have to worry about the end of a watch shift or the possibility of attack. It was nice, but it made it so that his eyes took a while to focus.

This wasn't his room. He sat up, concerned about this and realized that he also wasn't in his own clothes. His eyes widened. Someone had taken him to a strange room, undressed him and then... what? What was the point? Quatre stood up and tried the door, believing that it had to be locked but wanting to make sure.

To his surprise, it opened.

Behind it was a woman in a white uniform.

"Oh, you are already awake Jeremy. That's good," she said with a small smile.

Quatre frowned, confused. "Excuse me, Miss?" he asked politely. "My name is not Jeremy. I am Quatre Raberba Winner. I-"

"Don't be silly," she said, cutting him off with a stern voice. "That is not your name. Honestly, if you insist on worrying your parents half to death you could at least acknowledge the name they gave you."

"My... parents?" Quatre was stuck between feeling sick and angry. His parents were dead. He had watched OZ blow up his father rather than allow the man to hold to his own beliefs. He thought about hitting this woman and making a run for it. Surely that was what any of the others would have done. Try to escape and ask questions later, if at all, but Quatre couldn't bring himself to hit this woman. Not without knowing more. Hopefully his lack of action wouldn't be too disappointing to his old comrades.

"Yes," she said, unaware that he had been considering harming her. "They brought you here, to Landel's Institute because you became a danger to yourself. Now all the children around your age are in the Game Room, if you will please come with me."

Quatre blinked. Child? It had been forever since someone had called him that, but again he resisted the urge to react violently. Instead he managed a small smile. "Please lead the way," he said. Maybe he could gather some more information along the way. He was going to to play along, if simply so that he didn't have to hurt this woman.