The commotion from above had roused Canergak from his lower office and brought him to the third floor. Evangeline Quinn, the assistant nurse of Professor Vartanian, had discovered one of the subjects was regurgitating a seemingly eternal stream of salt water, bile, and living squid. The sheer amount ruled out the immediate possibility that someone could have snuck in these creatures and forced the subject to eat them.
The lanky professor was searching his vest pockets for another set of spectacles as he explained, “The last time he did this, when they were first coughed up, the squid were still alive. It was very unlikely to be from when he fell in the canal before he was locked up for how long he continued to do so, but I was willing to stretch the thought.”
“Is the subject still alive?” Canergak inquired as he began to move towards the locked door in the windowless hallway that was illuminated by only a few low powered lanterns, though this meant little to the diminuitive man. “If he is dead we could easily disect him to discover the root cause of this phenomena.”
“Mr. Moundshroud?” Quinn asked as she turned her head lethargically towards Canergak. Her senses and motions obviously dulled by some form of inebriation. “He’s very much alive.. but in need of a bath…”
“The showers are installed.” Canergak replied duly and paid little heed to the actual response he recieved. Their attention was focused on the subjects door now, which was completely silent now. “Did they say anything of import?”
“Nothing coherent..” Quinn replied as the woman moved behind the Professor as she noticed that Canergak was reaching for their key chain. Professor Rance seemed apprehensive as well as he had requested earlier that day for more muscle to restrain the dangerous patients.
Canergak deliberately turned the key, the sound of the lock opening eerily punctuated in the now silent hallway, and then opened the door slowly. Sitting there in his own waste was what may have once been Ezekiel Moundshroud. The poor wretch was now covered in their own waste and fidgeting squids which were dripping down their straight jacket. Their pale white skin, guant cheeks, and dark circles around their eyes punctuated the hungry and insane stare that the man had for his three visitors, “The Masters Children are HERE!!“