[Escapies part 2] You arrive at your brand new tower, finally, some peace and quiet. You pull your keys out of the ignition. You open your door and step out of your SUV. You climb your way up to the top of the tower, you ipen your door and find the note from the Northern Cardinal Moutain Ranger. You pick it up and simply throw it into the trash can, you set your bag down, and immediately lay down. Exhausted from the seventeen hour drive you pass out. Then you wake up as something glows up the room, you wake up, and push yourself up, you sit there for a few moments before looking out to the left, then stand up. You uncaringly grab you fire extinguisher and exit your tower, you walker down the stairs and take the path down by the lake, leading to the small fire without caring you take your time and once your there, spray the fire. You walk over to what started the fire, a wood desk with a picture on it, you reach out and pick the picture up, you look at it, and are really disturbed to see its you laying in your bed, sleeping. Then pain explodes at the back of your head, you black out. That was a week ago, your still being held captive in a old shack deep in the forest still tied to the old wodden chair in the corner as Cliaz brings you and forces you to drink and eat the food he makes you.

Long ago, you found a love, going through a rough life through college, you too started to date, spending each night ending with movies and laughing, dark rooms as you two would watch movies, then the night came. Glass shatters, yelling echos, then bang, sirens, silently crying.... Ending with red and blue, then a loud crash. Your eyes snap open, you sit up in your bed sweating and gasping for air, the nightmare never ends, the night is quiet, the occasional hoots of the owl, but something lights up the room, a bright orange and red covering the room, you look out to the left, fire, you pull off your blanket. Rushing over to the phone and dailing the Fire Department, dispite the closest one being seveteen miles out, no answer, you put on your shoes and rush out the door, slamming the door shut, missing the alarm of a outbreak of asylum patient's. You rush down the stairs and get into your truck, shoving the key into the ignition. The truck rumbles to life as you speed down the dirt road, less than a mile out, "Sh¡t!" you yell, you slam against the deer, the impact forcing you off the edge and down to the bottom of the cliffs side, blood, water, and stuck in your truck, you black out from shock and pain.