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*Ted strode the halls of Arkham asylum, occasionally shining his flashlight at something or other. It was another quiet shift, at least for the time being, something he didn't mind at all. Under his breath, he sings to himself.*

...sure as you can steer a train, you can change your fate...

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*Another quiet night shift ended, and its close saw Ted at what was fast becoming his usual florist, then the steps of Ora's temple. There, he murmurs something--it might be a prayer, or a curse--and leaves a single white rose, before making his way home.*