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Libby gives a laugh at Ty's comment about not knowing music to be able to play the game. So far she had, had a blast showing Ty everything. He seemed intrested in what she had to say as well witch was always a plus.

"Thats actually true to an existent. If you know how to play the guitar normally your going to always want to play the way your really meant to. So that can really mess you up when starting out. But knowing the beats so you can get into the rhythm of the song helps as the same time."

Setting the extra guitar down Libby smile. She was happy that at last Ty would watch and than maybe try afterwards.

Pulling the strap around her shoulders and than putting it into place Libby starts it up. Stopping on the song page she just looks at it for a long moment deciding what song she wanted to choose.

"Lets see, how about we try...Living on a Prayer first. Thats one of my favorites."

Standing up the phone Libby puts her fingers into place on the guitar lining them up with the different colors. As the music starts Libby becomes totally focused on the screen as the different color buttons come up and her fingers move at the same time hitting the colors show to make the beat. Her foot seems to tap to the beat as well trying to keep rhythm for her.

After a few minutes the song ends and Libby seemed to be panting for breath. Wiggling her fingers she looks back to Ty and smiles.

"You want to try with me now with me? Its pretty easy once you get the hang of it and I promise not to put it on expert mode till you think your ready."

After making sure the mics were working and everyone was coming in clear Dalton's eyes scan the computers as his fingers continue to work.

"Watch on your way out, the east hallway. Not always but sometimes I have seen a nurse walking there. Doing who knows what i dont know."

Continuing to just watch Dalton inserts the video feed where needed so no one was the wiser on who was in the hallways or even Bree's room. It was risky, and Dalton didn't know how long he could hold it but his only hope was that everything would be smooth as fast.

"Ok, camera's are good go on through."

In the still corner of the room an almost lifeless body is curled up. The gentil rocking was the only movement she made. Bree's mind had retreated to the dark corners to hide, and block out any pain.

Bruses lined Bree arms and wrists, makings left by the meds that had been injected, the straps that hald her down and the dark circles from the shock treatments. This kind of treatment was held off for the worse pasents, the ones who really were crazy and yet it still was hardly used. The fact alone that Bree wasnt in a coma was amazing.

Looking up at a voice Bree looks at Gunner scanning his face, but the only look on her own was a blank stair. There was no light in her eyes, there was no hidden smile, or smart joke emptiness is what looked back.

But moving her hand slowly Bree reached out to touch Gunner's face. Running her fingers over the side, his cheek in his jawbone as if she was trying to pull herself awake again but just couldnt.