3rd POV
Vincent sat beneath the floor boards while he listened to Scott and Jeremy's conversation. He was very interested seemly because there wasn't nothing else to do. But as he listened something struck him as odd. He didn't know what it was but he recognized both voices like he met these men before. Vincent was so lost in his thoughts he didn't realize they were talking about him. Scott sat on the couch next to Jeremy holding coffee. They were waiting they didn't know what exactly they were waiting for but they just were. Then a knock on the door.

"I got it" Scott stood and walked to the door.

"Hello?" He asked as he opened the door.

Scott's eyes widened.

"Ben?!" He was so surprised his friend never came to visit though that wasn't the case.

"Mr. Cawthlion we have reason to believe you are in danger" the warden replied.

"What are you talking about?" Scott got worried as he looked to Jeremy and back to Dr. Rays.

"A patient has a escaped Varnish mental asylum he has been on the streets for 3 days. We believe he is coming for you." Relied the Doctor.

Scott and Jeremy gasped at the same time.

"Who is it?"

"Vincent Bishop"

Scott's eyes widened as if all his worst fears had come to life. But deep down a small part of him was happy the Vincent was free. He wouldn't have to suffer those treatments anymore.

"We will be moving you temporary to a hotel until the matter is handled is that ok?" Scott hesitated it wasn't that he didn't trust Ben but he was scared for Vincent. But for Jeremy's sake he signed. Ben smiled and told them to grab what they needed. So they could leave. Vincent on the other hand was gone as soon as he heard Dr. Rays's voice. He ran through the forest wearing only sweat pants and an undid straight jacket. He feet bare but that didn't stop him he kept going. Their was no way in hell would he let that crazy mad man get a hold of him. Tears were actually pouring he was scared no matter how brave he terrified to go back. He finally made enough distance from himself and the house he fell down leaning against a tree. As he sat there he began to think. Small memories came back when he was in that house maybe if he stayed maybe just maybe he'd get his memories back. So slowly he walked to the house. Then he just stared feeling so strange yet so stressed. He knows he can't get caught. So without out making a sound Vincent entered the now empty on people house.