Sam took full advantage of the man's entry. With Jenna's focus on him, she quietly retrieved the small notebook and slipped it back into her hoodie. With her journal back under wraps, she allowed herself to turn her attention toward their new 'friend'.

[i]Great,[/i] she thought bitterly. [i]A suit. Place is probably full of them.[/i] She took in every detail she could perceive, while trying to preserve an air of innocence and subservience. Folks like this, she knew, loved it when their property misbehaved. They used any excuse to pull on the leash. As long as she kept quiet, they might lose interest in her.

The hospital had security too. That thought percolated during their conversation. She had used her wits to escape one prison already; would this one really be much different? Sam resolved to leave this place in as much a shambles as her previous 'home'. She forced herself not to smile at the thought of the men in suits strangling each other over who to blame for her escape.

[i]Patience,[/i] she reminded herself. [i]First things first.[/i]

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