Issac listened carefully as Dawn spoke. Well, they both knew why she was here. She was definitely, dangerously insane. But she had a reason for killing her parents, just like he somewhat had a reason for killing the dog. The way she laughed reminded him of a child, as if she were still seven years old. Perhaps that was why she was dressed like a little doll, because she still saw herself as that? Maybe she wasn't aware of all the time that had passed since she was seven.
He turned at the sound of someone yelling "food fight!" He looked at Dawn, then at the other patients as they stood and began to throw things at each other. He could just make out Jessica's blonde hair as she dashed into the hall, away from the fight.
He decided that he would let the employees take care of this. There was no use in getting into trouble on the first day. Unless somebody gave him a sickle, he was staying right where he was. A cup of orange juice hit him and soaked his upper body. He frowned and considered leaving.