Yolanda Grieg awoke with a small start. She had never been a particularly restful sleeper, her nights often plagued with strange dreams. Not necessarily nightmares but unusual nonetheless. She slowly sat up and sighed quietly, irritation settling in as she stood up.

She got ready in a few minutes and stepped out of her cell, silently observing the guards that lead her down the corridor and out into the courtyard. They spoke quietly to one another, though Yolanda was disinterested in the conversation, focusing instead on the thought of the new arrivals. She had a habit of staring at the guards though not perceiving their idle comments, something she had perhaps developed to unnerve them.

Yolanda was left by a few other patients with whom she had not been introduced. She didn't mind, preferring instead to be left alone with her thoughts.