When Wild Tiger realized someone was coming down his pew, he turned his long, ungainly legs to the side so the patients could get past them. There was never a good spot for them anywhere. No matter what, they were always in the way of something.

Behind his tacky black mask, the older man glanced up at the patient's face briefly and realized it was no one he had talked to before. His thoughts immediately turned back to his problems as he adjusted his mask fretfully. This piece of crap did not fit so well against his face. It itched and chafed the way his domino mask was smooth and light, almost forgettable. There had been times when he had actually forgotten to take it off before, but his partner was usually there to remind him.

His thoughts once again came full-circle back to the blond, as they usually did. They really needed to find a way out of here before they were forgotten.