Victoria jumped off the bed.
"Where did you last see her, Tim? I put her to bed before I left and I haven't seen her since." She asked, trying to stay calm.
"Last time I saw her was at the pond, before I fell asleep." Tim replied, a worried look on his face. "She couldn't have left the asylum, Rain, let's go find her." He said.
For all the rich narrative about mad science and crazy people, moral dilemmas, mental conflicts and friendships, there is smut, this is the way things are, also, Rain, your needed on the Madmans RP.
"That's good." Tim said. Then he did the man code eyebrow lift-head scratch, which stood for; "If I catch you drunk around my grand duaghter there'll be hell to pay."
"I realize your her father dude but I spent a good portion of my life learning how to keep little girls safe, picked from the thousands who would go crazy and/or start doing creepy things to them, I was one in a thousand who seemed geneticly designed for the job"
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