Percy took a deep breathe. "So I'm not crazy." He looked down the hall as the men disappeared from view, somewhere around the corner. "I need to show you something."
Percy took off down the hall, being as slick as possible, hoping that Gale would turn after him. He took a left turn to head in the opposite direction of the men. Eventually he made it to a normal appearing door, though it had a little notch at the bottom of it that prevented it from ever being completely shut. He slipped through the crack to the bedroom hidden inside. His own bedroom. It wasn't much more then a bed. It was tidy, with the bed made, and not a single thing out of place. Maybe a loose sock hidden underneath the bed or the single flat pillow stained in tears. There was another bed in the opposite corner of his own. Next to his bed though, was a series of scratches. At first it looked like random scribbles but then it seemed to the faded words of someone lost.
He didn't wait to see if Gale had come up behind him. He leap onto the bed, scratching his ring against the wall. The camera in the corner blinking a small red light at the motion of him, always watching even if nobody was on the other side. As he scratched at the wall he tried to make a phrase. As he did, it faded into the wall like a scar of the past. He bounced a little on the bed. "I always thought I was crazy! Gale, do you see this? Do you know what this means?" He tried to reach to her behind him, only to find a more muscular firm body. He turned slightly to find one of the men. "Well, Gale's going to kill me..." he said, as the man looked down at him. Percy wondered where Gale had gone and if she in the room beyond his point of view or if someone else had stopped her in the halls.