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Tifa listened to Namine explain the Nightshift to the smaller brunette, deciding to toss in what she had learned today as well.

"Not just monsters," Tifa added. "They have a way of controlling patients. Making them harm anyone who gets in their own way - even their own friends." She swallowed back the lump in her throat and kept walking, alert in case of any threat. Yuffie had been her longer than her, and she trusted her friend to have made it there in one piece. She was tough.

Despite the disturbing revelations and rather depressing mood of brunch, Tamaki was looking forward to Hosting once more. And he knew that at least two girls would be coming! He really did need to find a lady-Host, or a few. It wasn't very likely that every man who attended would be amenable to the usual Host attentions. No, they'd need some girls.

Real girls, not Haruhi-girls. Oh, Haruhi... Tamaki both missed her and was pleased she seemed to be keeping to herself and out of danger.

But now it was time to Host! The Courtyard was hardly on par with the gardens of Ouran, but it was pretty. And there were places to sit and flowers and all in all the best option available. Tamaki draped himself elegantly across a bench, and then scrambled up to tack a hand-written sign - done on journal paper - behind him. It simply said:

HOST CLUB

With that done, Tamaki nodded and lounged again, stretching out like the Lord he titled himself as to wait for the others.

Claire woke up in her room just like before, with little idea of how she actually got there. This time, though, she noticed something different about the room. There was another young woman, a blond, sleeping in a bed across from her. Before questioning that, though, she made sure to hide the items she'd gotten that night in her closet, shutting the door and making her way back to her bed just as a peppy nurse walked in.

She cheerfully explained that now, all patients had roommates -- and then made an obviously practiced speech about how they were all to get along. After getting through that, Claire was given the option of where she'd go that morning.

Claire wasn't really a religious person -- sure, her parents had taken her to church when she was younger, and she still sometimes went on the major holidays, but that was it. She didn't really pray or go to confession or anything like that. Still, after last night especially, she was craving something relatively normal. Anything close to home. With that, she asked the nurse to escort her upstairs.

It seemed she was the first to arrive. Just as well. Claire sat in one of the pews, in the middle on the inside, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence.

"Grab that coffee for me, will you? No, the---don't open the blinds! ...Yes. Thank you."

The first words that were heard over the PA system in the Institute's early morning were far more unprofessional than the Head Doctor usually allowed his daytime guise to be. As the sun began to peek over the mountains that surrounded the valley that Landel's was situated in the middle of, the sound of him taking a sip of coffee was painfully obvious in both action and reason.

"What? ....It's on. OH. Ha!" The Head Doctor laughed nervously as his chair creaked underneath him and he seemed to straighten in his seat despite the fact that no patient could see him. "Good morning, patients, and it would seem we are at the dawn of a new...."

He seemed to pause, then lower his voice slightly.

"...a new day. Sunday, to be exact. Yes, we have a multitude of fun activities lined up for you today, as well as a big surprise during this first shift! Speaking of which, as many of you might know from having diligently checked the schedule posted up on the bulletin board, today will not start off with breakfast but, instead, with some time set aside for peace and meditation. If you feel you would be better able to reflect upon your life in the chapel upstairs, you are free to come---in fact, encouraged! No particular service subscribing to any particular religion is held there; one of our doctors simply oversees the proceedings to make sure everyone stays peaceful and well-behaved."

He paused, then seemed to allow his words to smoothly roll out of his mouth.

"After all.... The chapel is going to be the site of a very big surprise for all patients, new and old. I of course highly recommend that you come, if only so that you don't miss out on anything.... important."

He seemed to make a noise of pain and the sound of him getting up and opening a door could be heard.

"Lydia? Get me something for this head---yes, thank you."

Footsteps could be heard as he walked back to the microphone. He seemed to be acting fairly carelessly today, and he almost seemed excited--giddy, even through the painful haze of his hangover.

"Ah, excuse me for that interruption. Headache, you know? Ahem. As I was saying... breakfast will be served along with lunch in the form of an all-you-can-eat brunch during our second dayshift. Sounds scrumptious, doesn't it? And, to add further to our busy--but fun-filled!--day, our third and fourth shifts shall be periods for visitation! Yes! Many of you have friends and family scheduled to see you today, some of whom I'm sure many of you haven't seen in a very long time."

There had perhaps been a double meaning to that last comment, a sinister note apparent even through seemingly well-meaning words. He cleared his throat, then continued.

"Ah, yes, and I nearly forgot in my anticipation---we have a new batch of patients! Some... big batches of patients, actually." He seemed to pull out a drawer, then procure a list of names from it. "Ah! Here we are! Arthur Fairbrook, Paul Pritchett, Seto Kiyoshi, Jack Ripley, Jack Patterson, Bobby Wright, Rick Barnes, Janet Weiss, Julia Kline, Paul Fortune, and...."

He paused, then gave out a long sigh.

"Leeroy Jenkins. Of course." He seemed to put the list away again before turning back to the microphone. Although one might have imagined a strained smile on his face, his good mood seemed to override even his usual annoyance at those particular names that seemed to stand out to him. It was in a pleasant tone that he said:

"I believe that is all for now. Remember: Big things are afoot! I hope you all have a wonderful day."

The intercom clicked off.