Cecilia smiled a bit. "I left him in my room," she said. "I never like to assume people are okay with having a dog in their room, though generally I think they all are. Neptune's a superstar here." But as Reginald put the conversation back on track her face grew serious again.
"No," she said, shaking her head. "Occasionally they allude to it. We're all here for a reason, we were chosen for a reason, that usual garbage. There was a sort of poem thing they taunted us with for a bit, and for a while a few of us poured over it. There was a theory that it was about us, and I actually think it was a good theory, but..." she shrugged. "More than half the people that were here at the time are gone now. I don't know if it's even relevant anymore. Part of it was written in graffiti across the hospital doors, though. 'Six for the parents and the children they sold.' No one ever figured out what that meant."