The scene is a small city in Ohio, population 500. The location- an abandoned hospital, formerly Saint Sandie's Home for the Disadvantaged.

Two people, a man and a woman, are currently sneaking into the hospital to confirm reports of paranormal activity.

"Bridget, I can't open this door," the man said. The woman pulled a crowbar from her purse and busted the lock on the door. It swung open, the rusty hinges squealing.

They entered, stepping over gurneys and files strewn all over the floor.

"Coward," a woman's voice said, drifting from the nursery. Bridget shivered.

"You left him here to die!" a man's voice shouted. "Get out! Get out! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OU-"

After about a minute, the intruding explorers had had enough of it and bolted outside, running like the hounds of hell were upon them. As soon as they were out of earshot, the shouting stopped and two figures, one large and one small, peeked out from the nursery.

"That was fun, Quinn! Let's do that again sometime!" the young girl squeaked out.

The tall Rat grinned and looked down at his adopted protege. "Oh, yes. Definately."

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And that, ladles and gerbils-

Ahem.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the end of The Long Road Home. I hope you'll find your asses sore from sitting on the edge of your seat for so long.

Oh, who am I kidding?

Anyways, I've appreciated your comments, hits, faves, and general attention to this little piece. There is this one one-shot I should upload, and then I am done for the next six months unless I somehow get the motivation to do another in-prog.

Ride free, citizens.

And preferably whilst not drinking margarhitas.

Even though they taste good.

No, seriously, they're awesom-