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Aram and Oliver
Trapped in the basement of Dr. Glasglow's house, Aram and Oliver could only hear the faint hum of the outside world. They sat against the cold, damp walls, their minds racing with thoughts of escape and worry for Joe.
"How did we get here?" Oliver muttered, his voice echoing softly in the confined space.
Aram sighed, running his hands through his hair. "We underestimated Glasglow. We thought we could just sneak in and save Joe, but now we're the ones who need saving."
Their thoughts drifted back to the previous night—the alarm going off, the frantic search, and the basement door slamming shut, sealing their fate. They had found traces of Joe, signs that he had been held there, but no sign of where he was now.
Oliver goes over and tries the Door again but it doesn't work and he lets out his anger by shaking the door.
“ARRRRGGHH” Oliver screams and then composes himself. Sorry about that," he tells Aram looking over at the shocked face of witnessing his outburst.
“No worries, I would have done the same.” Aram jokingly replies.
Oliver sits back on the ground against the wall looking defeated.
Joe
Joe's head throbbed as he slowly regained consciousness. His vision was blurry, and he struggled to make sense of his surroundings. He was in a dimly lit room, bound to a table, his mouth gagged. Panic surged through him as he realized he couldn't move or speak.
Then he remembered—Dexter Morgan. The name alone sent shivers down his spine. He recalled the conversation he had overheard between Dexter and Langford. They had plans for him, and none of them sounded good. Joe knew he had to stay strong and find a way out before it was too late.
Dexter and Langford
Dexter stood over Joe, his expression unreadable. He had followed Dr. Glasglow's instructions to the letter, but a part of him wondered about the doctor's true motives. He glanced at the clock, knowing Langford would arrive soon to discuss their next move.
Langford entered the room, his demeanor as cold and calculating as ever. He surveyed Joe, then turned to Dexter. "We need him alive, but you're free to have your fun," he had said, his words chilling in their casual cruelty.
Dexter nodded, his dark smile hinting at the chaos to come. He was a killer with a code, but this situation tested even his boundaries.
As he turns away and goes over to his makeshift lab area he thought about the day his son killed him but he was still alive.
Ralph, Connor, and Donald
In prison, Ralph, Connor, and Donald waited anxiously for news. The previous day's events played over and over in their minds. The visit from Dr. Glasglow, and the absence of Aram and Oliver during visitation hours—it all pointed to something going wrong.
"Do you think they're okay?" Ralph asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Connor clenched his fists, frustration, and worry etched on his face. "I don't know, but we must stay strong and determine our next move. We can't let Glasglow win."
“Well aren't you meeting him later, you should be careful but see if you can get anything,” Ralph says to Connor as a chime rings through the prison.
Donald remained silent, his thoughts focused on the mysterious note he had received. Its cryptic message still baffled him, but he knew it was important.
“Well, I'll see you guys later.” He gets up and heads off.
“I hate these new changes,” Ralph replies relaxing back on his bed laying on his back.
Dr. Glasglow
Dr. Glasglow sat in his office, reviewing the security footage of Aram and Oliver's failed break-in attempt. He allowed himself a small smile, satisfied with how things were progressing. He had them right where he wanted them.
His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. It was Langford, confirming that Joe was secure and Dexter was handling the situation. Glasglow nodded, his mind already planning the next steps in his twisted game.
"Everything is falling into place," he murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He looks at the clock he had a session with Connor later and devised a plan.