"What the hell... what are we doing here five? I said turning to look around. "Come on we've got work to do." He said grabbing my hand again.

"You do realize kidnapping a minor is a criminal offense right? And they're gonna have my picture all over the city looking for me!" I said following behind him.

"It's not kidnapping if  you willingly come with me." He said. I scoffed

We entered an apartment and five walked us into what appeared to be a living room. Five looked at photos, and I looked around. "Did you develop these photos yourself Elliott?" He asked the man who was standing there, staring at me.

"Of course can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighbourhood photomat." He said snapping back to reality and Looking five.

"Government has eyes everywhere." He said looking back at me then back to five. "I didn't see a dark room." Five said. "Yeah, I converted the hallway closet." He said as five started scratching something off a film with a pen.

"Wait so who exactly are you?" I asked looking at the pictures of me and my siblings on his walls. "Oh uhm I'm Elliott, I was a television salesmen but now well I guess you could call me an extra terrestrial enthusiast." He said. "So is that why you have photos of me and my siblings plastered over your walls?" I asked a little creeped out. "Oh uh, ya I was observing." He said. "Mhm, ok." I said still creeped out.

"Can you develop this?" Five asked changing the subject?

"Huh. 'Frankel footage.' Friends of yours?" Elliott asked. "Cousins on our robot mothers side. Can you do it or not?" Five asked. "Sure I can." Elliot said turning the tape over in his hand.

"Sure I can." He replied. "How long?" Five asked. "Well I mean I'm low on acetic acid. Beekers  cameras is open today, but it's two miles away.  I mean I'd have to take the bus, on the other hand-" he started. "Dude shut up." I said annoyed. "Gibsons is only ten blocks away. But I got a cut through the park and there's pigeons." He started again. "Elliott." Five said. "Attention all units we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook sanitarium." A man over the radio said.

"The hell is a code 3-15 five asked." Five asked. I shrugged my hands. "Hmm fugitives on the run." Elliot answered. "Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous." The radio Said. "Oh Diego." Five said looking at me. "Oh who's Diego?" Elliott asked. "Imagine Batman then aim lower." Five said. "You get started on that film. Y/n and I will be back as soon as we can." Five said as we walked out.