Who needs an escape plan when you can use the front door? - Reginald

Millie was sitting in the main area of Eichen House. She had been here for about 15 years by now. "Pudding! Give me pudding!" Babe was one of Millie's personalities. Perhaps the kindest of them. She was very young and naive of nature, and didn't seem like she would ever hurt anyone. Some of her other personalities was not opposed to use violence to get their way. She looked to the nurse with a excitement in her eyes. The nurse gave her a pudding cup and she ate it with delight. Another patient reached for the cup. That made her personality shift to another. "Touch it, and I will cut your hand off!" Storm was by far the least pleasant of the personalities. Millie managed to get both personalities to let her ride solo for a while. Although she would still hear them in her head from time to time. She finished the cup and went for a stroll around the asylum. She was okay with staying here. It was better than where she had been earlier. At least they didn't use her for that many experiments here. They sometimes took her into the basement to run an experiment, but it wasn't something she couldn't get through. It was near impossible to break her mind even more than it already was. "Time for medicin," a nurse said as Millie passed. She went to her and got a little cup with a lot of pills in it and a cup with water. She swallowed the pills and let the nurse check her mouth to be sure she actually swallowed them. This would make the other personality more passive. They were more unlikely to take over, but she could still hear them.

Millie looked at the guy talking to her. She walked all the way to him after he had made his business known. ”I know you. You are Greg. You are purple,” she said. Her words rarely made sense to other, but they made sense, she just couldn’t explain why. ”Is home in England? The nurse says I can never leave here,” she said with a carefree attitude she was so known for. But that was only part of the time. When Storm came out to play, there was nothing carefree about it. ”Ask him if he has snacks!” Babe’s voice sounded inside her head. ”Does home have snacks? Snacks is my spirit animal.” She walked closer to him. ”Never eat my snacks,” she added and walked a step back again. ”When does the train leave? I need to pack my suitcase.” She grabbed his hand. ”Come Greg, you can fit in my suitcase.” She lead him towards her room. In there, she started to put her few personal items into a basket she had made in an art class. ”You can fit,” she said and looked into her basket. ”When does the train leave?” She repeated.

Millie had always been a little eccentric, but she had made sense once. Now here thoughts were coming out here mouth in a confusing manner. It made sense to her, but rarely to anyone else. She listened when he explained about his home. She saw his lips stretch. She saw that a lot. What did it mean? She collected all her things. ”Mills,” she repeated. She tilted her head slightly and looked at him. ”Mills,” she just said again and started moving around the room full of energy, while repeating the nickname over and over again. ”Mills and Greg,” she shrieked and jumped on the bed, bouncing up and down. She stopped when he asked about her snacks. A far more innocent and child-like expression fell on her face as Babe took over. ”I always eat pudding here. I like pudding, but I want to try all the snacks. I am tired of pudding.” She walked closer to him. ”Storm says we have to go now. We never get visitors, and the mean people might be susp… I don’t know that word. They will come look for us.” She picked up the basket Millie had dropped and locked her arm with Reginald’s. ”Now I don’t get lost,” she said and waited for him to show the way.