After reliving his memories at the warehouse and how it all started he felt hollow once again that he knew no one here. This place wasn’t familiar, these people were rough looking clearly not gentle and kind as he was used to. Well its not like they want to hurt him anyways so resting was his best option. No use staying up and worrying about it, too much energy would be used.

He slept until the truck stopped and watched as everyone started getting out. Rover looked as if he was about to wake him but he stood up and followed everyone off. He looked around taking note of the place and debating on weather if it really was safe as Rager said. He seen someone walking up to them and the ‘Soldiers’ stood at attention.

“Welcome, I’m Curtz,” the tall blue eyed blonde said, after a year he would have thought he would have grown more. ‘What are these monsters? Why am I stuck at 5 foot 7 at the age of 19? Was it too much sugar?’

“Curtz, Clicks. He’ll be our new decoy,” Rover spoke up he looked at the other tall male and wondered why he was cursed to being so small.

“I’m sure our new friend can tell us himself,” Curtz smiled and looked at him waiting.

“• • • •     • • “ he clicked and Curtz remained smiling as if it was a joke.

“He can’t talk, overheard that he got sick and it messed with his voice.”

“Sounds familiar, Rover. Coincidence?”

“My brother is dead. Let it go,” Rover growled then took off his head gear, the man had blonde hair and grey eyes. He had scars on the side of his face from what looked like a wild animal attack. He looked to Curtz and wondered what it is that this guy wanted.

“• — —     • • • •     •     — • / — • •     — — — / • • / • • •     —     • —     • — •     —”

“He’s asking when he starts,” Rover translated. Curtz remained staring at him in what seemed like amazement, Clicks just stared at him boredly.

“— • • •     — • — —     •” Clicks said and turned around intending to follow the truck tracks out.

“Hold up, Kid! You can’t leave once the gate is closed,” Rover called out and tried to drag Clicks back.

“You two are awful close,” Curtz said smiling then folded his arms to himself. “Don’t you think?”

“Can’t be helped when the Kid has his head in the clouds, he trapped himself on a structure with no way out when we first found him.”

“Trying to be a big brother again, Rover? Well isn’t it a little late for that? You said so yourself your brother is dead.” They have some serious beef with each other it seems.

“• • — / —     — — — / — • —     • •     • • •     • • •” Rover roughly shook him in anger.

“Watch it Kid,” Rover growled and pushed him towards a direction. He walked in the direction until he was steered otherwise, he was also curious about the place. It looked like a military camp alright. A few buildings here and there, people lined up doing their walking. Some are in a different part going through what looked like an obstacle course. He was guided towards a building with a ‘Soldier’ standing by. The man opened the door and they walked through.

It’s been awhile since he was in a well lit area, white clean walls, squeaky looking floor. Windows, doors on either side. What they were used for was beyond him, they walked until they got to the end of one of the halls and towards a door. Opening that he was met with a stair case going down. Traveling along he kept looking around being curious. They reached the bottom after passing many floors and doors to the last step. Moving forward Rover pushed open the door to reveal what looked like a lab or a hospital.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Darryl Michele,” The man was fit, tall, black hair and green eyes. But those weren’t important, what was important was the needle he had in his hands. Instinctively Clicks stepped back but Rover pushed him forward. He clearly wasn’t strong enough to fight against Rover and his shoes had long lost their grip from over use. He was sat in a chair, “I’m just going to do a quick check up. Nothing to worry about. Can I have your arm.”

‘NO YOU CAN NOT!’ Clicks tried to make a run for it but was held down by Rover. Clicks resorted to his last resort of communication. Hissing and trying his best to fight everyone off.

He held in Rovers arms and his was forced out of his jacket, minus a few missing flying candy and held there. Dr. Needle checked his blood pressure and pulse with a machine. Then went to check his eyes.

“Oh, you seem to be blind in that left eye of yours, also a small scar of some sort. How did that happen?” Clicks responded by hissing. “I see, what about your voice? Can you not speak at all?”

“— •    — — —” Dr. Needle looked confused but shrugged it off.

“Well as long as you can still communicate in some way, it’s no trouble for us. Do you have any allergies, anymore addictions I should be worried about.”

“— •    — — —” Clicks said again and made a motion to bite if he got any closer.

“Lively, perfect!” Dr. Needle smiled clapping his hands together and pulled out a small cup with some strange liquid in it. “Vitamins for a growing child. After you take this you can have as much candy as you want. Just make sure to brush your teeth properly and go to bed at a reasonable hour.”

Clicks stared at the offered cup and cautiously took it, he gave it a sniff and swirled it around. He smelled something off about it and threw the cup to the wall.

“Remarkable,” Dr. Needle stated and wrote down on a clipboard. “What did you smell?”

Clicks stared at him as if he made a funny face and he was weirded out, ‘What did he try to give me? Did I become a test subject?’

“Ah, right. Sorry about that, the cup I just gave you had sleeping pills and alcohol in it.” Dr. Needle smiled and once again Clicks tried to make a break for the door. “I’m sorry, I had to make sure that you were not intentionally putting yourself in danger.”

“He seems smart enough to know to be cautious when needed, I would like to check his physical health as well but I’ll do that another time. Let’s get him fed and rested first before I continue my testing. I’ve got plenty to work with now.”

“Alright, pick up your candies and lets go,” Clicks went straight for the door and waited. Rover hummed and followed along going up a flight and going through the door. He opened another door and it showed a small room and bathroom. “This is your room until further notice. Get some sleep and go back down stairs to see Dr. Michele.”

Clicks nodded and Rover walked out closing the door, he looked at his bed and set his bag on it. He spent most of his time replicating his old bed and setting it up so it wouldn’t fall. He took off his jacket and took out his stash of candies in the many inside pockets, he then grabbed his sewing kit and started patching up the rip in his jacket. Once that was done he put his candy in a small glass jar and set it to the corner of the bed.

Stepping back a moment he now felt like it was home, it was like a pillow fort with his favorite things on the inside. He put his jacket back on and decided to check the bathroom. He opened the door and looked in, a toilet, small bathtub and sink. Standard. No mirror. He went back to his door and opened it to look down the hall, it was empty. He closed the door and set up a lock, he then looked at the room itself for any cracks or secret door ways. He found none but he did find the camera in the corner. He pulled up a chair and poked the camera.

He stared at it for a long time, trying to think of what they would need a camera for. Well he figured that since he was brought here it was to monitor new people to check if they were infected or something. He could leave the room freely so he wasn’t detained. He finally got off the chair and went to to his fort and pulled out a pen and paper.

He stood back up on the chair and started writing.

“We All Float Down Here.” He pinned the paper to the ceiling blocking the camera from seeing past it.