(Playing as DocProf) "That is I. Here are the registration papers. Just put any special needs you have for your room, and what your mutation is."

(Playing as Jaguar) Jaguar writes down a paragraph in a few places, and signs here and there, and hands the papers back to DocProf

(Playing as DocProf) "Thank you. You have the room on the far end of the hallway. Now for your inspection." DocProf then takes his hands and presses them to Jaguars forehead, the golden light he uses for healing dancing between his fingers. "Oh, I see. Well you should be fine, but just in case, take these" DocProf hands Jaguar a bottle of pills. "Once a day. For up here." He says, pointing to his forehead.

(Playing as Jaguar) "O.K., thanks DocProf." Jaguar then turns on his heels and walks out the door, with a slight nod to DocProf.

After walking the halls and going up and down many sets of stairs to Darius relief he finally came apon a sign with the words DocProf stuck to the wall pointing down the hall. "Finally" Darius said out loud as he approached the door and knocked twice before sitting down on a bench opposite the door. I all reminded him of his mother as she worked in a hospital as a nurse. He would go there everyday after school just to walk her home. A small tear slowly began to form in the corner of his eye.

He missed his Mother, he had not seen her since she went into hiding about five years ago. It was the first time he was really alone at his stay in the mansion and the empty hallways were soon to be filled with the echo of Darius crying to himself. It was all slowly coming out of him, for so long he had held it all in, the loss of his Father his friends, and his Mother having to leave him because Darius chose to fight back, to fight back against the oppresive government that had his family held and planned to exterminate them like all the other mutants of his country.

He wasn't just weaping for Mother he was weaping for his home, all the mutants that were destined to death. At birth they would be taken and disposed of, they were made to look like still births, this is how they planned to rid his home of mutants, the so called abomination his country prides its self on having none of. They vanish, never to be heard of again, even worse is that it becomes as though the never existed. Darius slammed his fist down on the bench.

"I left them, I left them all sentenced to die.....how could I" he said under his breath as he wiped his eyes and sat up straight. He heard a noise from inside the office the Doc must have heard his knock and there was no way Darius was going to allow himself to be seen crying.