Dean rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. "Whole bunch of reasons, probably. Figure there's some folks out there who haven't been warned, so they're probably curious with the doors. Others probably want to see it there's a way out. I wouldn't be surprised if some people did stick it out in their rooms and stuff."
He didn't offer up which one of these he was. Sure, he felt bad for the guy - he wasn't sure if he was gonna get to go home or what (maybe he'd been here even longer than Dean and he'd been mind-wiped like some of the others) - but you couldn't be sure if the staff were listening. Dean wasn't even sure how to describe the nights. He couldn't tell John exactly what was going bump in what hall 'cause it seemed to change every friggen night, so he couldn't tell him if the Main Hall might be werewolf central one night and brainwashed patient the next. Not much he could help John with - wait. Actually, hold on.
Dean opened the journal he'd brought with him for notes, pulling out a quickly, maybe kinda-sorta crappily copied map. Hey, Dean never claimed to be much of an artist. He didn't have time to get it near as accurate as it'd been on the bulletin board, either. Better than nothing. At least John wouldn't be wandering in circles.
"Here," Dean held it out to John after folding it neatly in half. He tipped his head toward the other patients as he spoke, "Trust me, it's just safer in groups, if you've suddenly got cabin fever and got to get out of your room."
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He didn't offer up which one of these he was. Sure, he felt bad for the guy - he wasn't sure if he was gonna get to go home or what (maybe he'd been here even longer than Dean and he'd been mind-wiped like some of the others) - but you couldn't be sure if the staff were listening. Dean wasn't even sure how to describe the nights. He couldn't tell John exactly what was going bump in what hall 'cause it seemed to change every friggen night, so he couldn't tell him if the Main Hall might be werewolf central one night and brainwashed patient the next. Not much he could help John with - wait. Actually, hold on.
Dean opened the journal he'd brought with him for notes, pulling out a quickly, maybe kinda-sorta crappily copied map. Hey, Dean never claimed to be much of an artist. He didn't have time to get it near as accurate as it'd been on the bulletin board, either. Better than nothing. At least John wouldn't be wandering in circles.
"Here," Dean held it out to John after folding it neatly in half. He tipped his head toward the other patients as he spoke, "Trust me, it's just safer in groups, if you've suddenly got cabin fever and got to get out of your room."