It was still strange to walk into the dining room in the morning to see Frank and Len sitting in opposite corners of breakfast calm, and stuffing their faces faster than should be possible, and it drove Ruby crazy. Frank and Len were both cool with it; in a way that they were still brothers, they now could have one play guitar and one on bass so Scaredy wouldn't be the only back up when they play this year's Gloompoloza with a full band. And Misery, though the way she sang she wasn't always really there on stage. But basically they were going to be a whole new act and it was going to be cool to see what they would be on stage.

But before life could even get back to performing they had to figure out how our dearest ex-Siamese twins were going to survive, was going to bother Ruby until she died. What if there were conditions that would kill the boys, like heart palpitations and etc. That could take the boys from the manor all because of the correction acid that threatened to scare them apart.

Searching the town records seemed to be a futile and time consuming search that brought up almost nothing. But that little tiny little sliver of information was enough to narrow down the search to one of the three hospitals in Gloomsville. Gloomsville General would never hear of such a risky surgery on a patient, plus Frank and Len had never been emitted into that hospital other than their no longer Siamese incident.

Haunting Hostel was not so much as a hospital as a waiting area until you could get into the General or the more expensive private hospital (Galley Gator Monster Laboratory Hospital) which is where Frank and Len were registered to have been born at.

It puzzled Ruby greatly as not many of the residents could possibly afford to give birth, never mind a caesarean at a set time. Whoever their parents were they were- crudely put loaded. And they could afford to put their children's lives on the line, to try and save both children. Which seemed very lucky for both of the twin brothers; both who now knew the light of day and now knew the true pleasures money couldn't buy. What truly puzzled her was how it had never been odd that an outside source had been sending in cheques; fully paying (twice or more over) the brothers rent.

Ruby had the sudden urge to rework where all of those cheques were coming from, maybe it would help find Frank and Len's parents.

Plus, it would take forever to even start going through those books, Ruby never really had done well with record keeping and math so she'd pile everything up and hand it off to Misery. To whom trivial tasks were important and needed to be perfect. Maybe she could pull a few strings in those family connections of hers and track down the boy's parents.

Ruby ran down to the quiet, dark and dreary basement which was filled with heavy guitar and a man's screaming about pain and death. And suddenly she knew that Misery was in and very, very happy and not so angry mood. She knocked on the dungeon style door hoping that Misery would make an exception to separating herself from the extreme silence brought on by necessary isolation.

A quick, hard pull sent the hard, thick door speedily crashing into the thick stone walls creating dents in the stone wall. Misery's damp hair clung to her pale skin and she stared Ruby down, ready to strike like a vampire to her pray. "Misery I need a favour; do you think you could dig through the rent logs to see who pays the rent for Frank and Len." Seeing a well-arched eyebrow grace itself on Misery's very, extremely pale skin. "Oh I believe that one of their parents is paying the rent, as the boys were born in the Monster Lab, you know the really expensive hospital. The one that will take on any task as long as you have the cash to do so, which makes me think maybe their parents are rich enough to be paying for their rent. Please Misery just help me figure out if they are his parents, your family connections could be able to pull some connections and find out everything, please Misery."

Ever so slowly Misery began to shut the door on Ruby's face giving a final sigh and an "I'll see what I can do but I can make no promises." Shutting the door and the music began blaring all over again. The haunting lyrics following Ruby back up the stairs to where Len was grabbing a snack, if an almost seven course meal, consisting of one of the strangest looking sandwiches of all time; seemingly made up of peanut butter, Swiss cheese, tomatoes, cottage cheese, mint jelly, olives, mayonnaise, and dark chocolate. And swallowing the entire sandwich in less than three bites; three very large, very scary bites.

Ruby smiled speeding past him...