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The door remained locked. If it was all free access Monty would actually start to worry, like everything he did was playing into their evil master plan. Five tries with the screen had lead nowhere, so what else was there? The camera was the only thing beside himself that stood out. It kept following him.
"Can you let me in?", He asked with caution. Nothing but silence followed. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. On the other hand, maybe it would? "Just... please? I need something in there." Interacting with them would be the only way. He just needed to say the right things.
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Rowan didn't know what she had expected, or even what she was supposed to say. How does one introduce someone else to their clone? Or twin? Or whatever the hell Kim was supposed to be. She took a deep breath. 
"I'm making mac and cheese", he said when she stepped inside the kitchen. 
"There's--"
"Not this. I'm not doing that thing you were talking about earlier, so unless you're hungry, get out", He said without looking at her, as he poured the sauce over the cooked pasta. 
"There's someone I'd like you to meet. Someone that'll make you understand why I need you to do what I told you to do earlier", She said. Kim looked slightly disappointed as he nodded his head. 

Dean jumped back when the door opened. Rowan stood there, and someone was behind her, although he couldn't see who it was. When she stepped aside, Dean felt like throwing up. What the fuck? What sick joke was this? Was he high? This had to be a dream. Of course it was a dream, it all made sense now. 
"This is Kim, Dean." Rowan said, but Dean was already on his way. Running to wherever, cause it didn't matter, right? It was all a fucked up dream. 
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What were the right things to say? They had gotten reactions before but not once had they been positive. Monty did not feel like getting another reminder of what could happen if they got too rowdy.
"Alright, I'm going to be perfectly honest. I dropped something in there, and I need to get it." There it was again. Without the pain, it was easier to make out. His thoughts went straight to one of those head massagers. What made the feeling less than pleasant was where he felt it the most; It was in his eyes.
"It's a bomb." He just blurted it out. "If you open the door, I'll get rid of it!"
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Rowan looked at Dean, who was almost gone already. She hadn't expected him to be so fast, then again, she would've been too if it was her clone that appeared in front of her. 
"I'll get him", Rowan assured Kim. Kim shook his head. 
"I'll do it. I'm gonna get some things, but I'm in.", Rowan was baffled, but she didn't wanna test her luck and ask why. She just went with it. 
"Great, can you swing by in an hour?" She asked. Kim nodded and went back into the kitchen. She decided to walk into the direction in which Dean had fled. Then, she spotted something in the corner of her eye that made her wanna scream. 
She knew it was his shoe. She just knew. 
"Sam!" She cried out, loudly. Why would his shoe lay on the ground like that? He would never just drop something and leave it behind like that, would he? "Sam!", She had almost forgotten about Dean and the fact that she was supposed to look for him. 
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Dean felt dizzy when he stopped running. He was having a panic-attack, and as he tried to calm his breath he could hear Rowan screaming in the background. The loud drumming sound of his heart made it impossible to hear what she was crying about, and he didn't care. 
"Fuck this shit. If this is a prank, I'm gonna fucking...", He tried to figure out the word, but kill seemed to nice. 
"This is a dream. Or a coma. Oh god, what if this is a coma?", He thought out loud. 
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The distressed voice echoing through the corridor made him tear his eyes from the camera. Had they found Sam? Had something bad happened to him? Letting his imagination fill in the blanks almost made him miss the sounds behind him. As he looked back, there it was. An open door. He stared in disbelief. Were they that gullible? Somehow he doubted it.
"I... Thanks?" Whatever was happening with Sam and the others, Monty decided that they would manage.

The room was just like the last time he saw it. A mismatch of hospital decor, like they couldn't decide what they wanted it for. It was hard not to wonder about the whereabouts of the staff; There had to be a whole bunch of them somewhere, crawling about. This could be the hardest part. As confident that he was about his utter charm, going into their nest alone and snatching the key from a tall drug lord was at the absolute bottom of the list of things that could work. Luckily for him, the place was still basic in some regards. The cabinets had regular locks and he couldn't see a camera, so this could be the time to get rowdy.

If only it were that easy. More places should have hammers or crowbars just lying about. He paced around, touching everything in his path in search of something that could help him, but he started to lose hope.
"Come on Marcel, you little shit," He muttered to himself. "There's gotta be something, like-" And on a pile of papers they were - glorious paperclips. He spared no time, grabbing a pair and bending them against the cabinet. "Thank you, uncle Yanis."
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Rowan held the shoe tightly as she wandered down the hall. While part of her wanted to believe that the shoe was a sign that Sam was there somewhere, or alive at least, but part of her knew that to be false. Sam wouldn't just leave a shoe. They probably dragged him along that hall, and it fell. He had probably cried out for her... and where had she been? Not looking for him. Not looking for the one person she loved. She realized she had gotten lost in the maze they called lab, so she did what any normal person would and decided to lay down on the ground. With the shoe in her arms, she stared at the ceiling and tried to collect herself. 
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"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality!" Dean sang as he tried to make his way back, which he eventually did. Luckily, the... person, he had escaped from was no longer there. He walked inside and looked through the fridge and found a Tupperware filled with pasta. He didn't think twice before grabbing a fork from one of the other cabinets and digging in. 
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It took some time for Monty to get the first lock open. The shelves were filled with medicine bottles with labels in both English and gibberish; nothing pointing to what he was there for. The next one went quicker but, to his dismay, this was apparently where she kept the needles. He fumbled with his next break-in while continuously peering over his shoulders. Someone should be there already. It wasn't exactly a grade-A lie he had given them. What if this was a trap? He wasn't used to thinking like that. Not to say that he didn't think like that but even while wearing an imaginative tin foil hat every day of the week he never once feared that chemtrails could actually kill him or that he would become a government mind-slave. 

The scalpels were there. To be honest he wasn't even sure there would be any in there but it seemed like a staple for evil scientists. He grabbed a box and bolted but stopped just as he came to the door. What if they needed something else? He hurried back, rummaging through the shelves and stuffing syringes and bottles into his hands. One immediately slipped from his hands and crashed against the floor. Whatever, he thought. He wasn't exactly planning on taking the time to cover up his tracks.
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Monty hurried back with the items threatening to fall from his arms, scrapping the planned thumbs-up to the camera. This was definitely where the chase scene would start in every piece of media ever made that didn't feature spies. The kitchen was populated only by Dean, continuing his eating streak.
"Why're you eating pasta? They're coming for us, Dean!" He slammed down everything he had collected on the table, forgetting all about the pact of partial silence. "They just let me take it! I mean what's more suspicious than that?"
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