The maintenance crew didn't keep up well on anything. Or, well, that's what Owen Lewis though. The walls in the padded cell, to him, had cracks in them. He also saw cockroaches and other creepy-crawlies, which he tended to stay away from, backed into the corner. Otherwise, it was quite peaceful. The people outside the door didn't bother him often, unless it was for food and the nasty 'talking sessions' he had with Dr. Martin. And that? That was about it. He stayed in here, and then they stayed out there. Everyone was happy. Or, was. Now the door, which was once electronically locked without anyway to get out, creaked open a bit. No one was outside, either. Curious, Owen got up, going away from his corner and toward the open door. He peaked out with a frown, confused as he glanced around the hall. Empty; from what he could tell, his hall usually was. He was the only one down here. He crept out and down the hall, ignoring the whispering that was right next to him, which was getting noisier by the second. The tall man wasn't really happy today, was he? That was a shame; Owen got distracted when he talked loudly. Dr. Martin hand to flick him to get him back into the conversation. His eyes flickered around the hall, and he made his way towards what he assumed to be the main hall. The doctors went this way a lot, so he assumed he was correct.