Down the pastel green walled corridor, two nurses; a blonde haired woman with a short pony-tail and a darked haired man, strolled on the tiled floor in their pastel blue medical overalls. The woman hugged a clipboard around her chest as though it was some form of security blanket for her as she stared at the floor with a blank expression on her face.

"Who'd had thought it?" She started. "The superheroes we looked up to are now dead and the one remaining Loonatic is in this asylum. It's quite unbelievable."

"Indeed." The man nodded his head. "According to the doctors at the hospital, he changed voices as though he was talking to several people even though he was clearly by himself. But when the doctors tried talking to him, he wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that they were in the room with him."

"So they just put it down to having a multiple personality disorder and schizophrenia?" The woman glanced at the man.

"Well I'd be a bit messed up if someone killed all my friends and tried to kill me too." The man said. "But since he was stabbed in the stomach by the killer, he had to spend some time in the hospital until the wound healed. It was only when he first woke up and tried to attack the nurses and begged them to save his friends that the doctors concluded that he is never going to be the same again."

The nurse clutched the clipboard tighter and bit her air around them felt uncomfotable as they passed many white metal doors. They ignored the many patients being lead by the other nurses until they stopped at a particular door with a name written on it.

'Ace Bunny'.

"So this is the room he's in?" The woman gazed at the door nervously.

The man grabbed a small handle to a sliding hatch on the middle of the door.

"This small hatch is the only way we could properly observe his behaviour without disturbing him. If he sees us checking up on him, he'll just sit there" He explained to her as he pulled the small sliding hatch.

When the gap opened wide enough, both of them peered into it. A grey and white anthro rabbit in a white T-shirt and trousers, sat on the bed with a plate of food resting on his lap. As the man described, the rabbit spoke to the imaginary figures with a cheerful, carefree expression on his face.

"Wow Rev! This stew is actually good!"

"Yeah Rev!"

"Aw shucks guys. I just followed my mom's recipe to a tee. I was kinda worried I might have put too much beef or the actual stew inside but at least I know I didn't put too much of the spices otherwise your mouths would be on fire and-"

"It's fine! No need to share the secret ingredients of the mystery stew."

Once they observed enough of his behaviour, the man carefully slided the small hatch closed.

"At least he's calm like always." He said as both them walked away from the room.

"So how long will it be until Ace can go out there and save the city again?" The woman posed the qustion to the man.

"Well as long as he doesn't speak to the doctors, they can't really help him." He responded, rubbing his forehead.

"But who will protect the city now that all the heroes are gone?" The woman said with concern written on her face.

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"Before the Black Death, music was happy and frequently heard. During the Black Death music was played very grimly or never played at all. The only exceptions were people who decided that since they were going to die anyway, they might as well spend the rest of their life in happiness. The somber change in art and music demonstrated the grim reality of the world around them."

THE END.