What seemed like many hours later, Alytra stumbled out of the office room that she had been dragged into by Dr. Remmington, Martinez, and Smith after her attempted escape. She felt dazed and delirious, her eyes shifted back and forth slowly and she tried to regain equilibrium, to no avail. They had definitely drugged her severely, she thought, because she felt totally out of it and it was next to impossible to walk straight. She swayed back and forth a bit as Remmington opened her mouth. "Now, Alytra, you know that here in my institute I like to run a tight ship, and it is my goal as the head supervisor to make certain that we avoid these kind of.... Confrontations, like the one that you caused earlier. I know that you must feel a bit loopy, but don't worry, it'll pass.. Eventually. And remember, dear, this is in your best interest. Now, go enjoy the rest of your evening, and don't try anything else. I hope you've learned your lesson." And with that, Remmington turned on her heel and stalked off down the hall towards her own personal office.

But Alytra was sure of one thing. She knew, that if it was up to Jason, she might "learn her lesson" much better later that night.. She shuddered at the thought. Meanwhile, Martinez was taking some notes down onto her clipboard, and Smith stood there awkwardly, and finally cleared his throat. "Umm... Well, I guess you're free to go now, Alytra... See you later." Martinez shot him an angry glance. Smith knew that he wasn't supposed to display any kind of compassion or friendliness towards the patients. The two of them turned simultaneously and moved in the same direction that Remmington had previously, to Hall A, where all of the offices were. 

Alytra stood, alone, still completely faded and a bit traumatized as well. "Yeah, right..." Alytra muttered under her breath, "Free to go my ass." She began walking towards the lounge, as it was so poorly named, where all of the other patients, or rather, inmates, hung out during their free time. It was that or the bathrooms, and she didn't have to pee right now; at least, she didn't think so, but with how drugged up she was right now it was a possibility. 

Upon reaching the lounge, Alytra drifted slowly over to the couch that was placed in front of one of the few windows in the entire facility, and slumped down, staring at the rays of light that filtered through the glass panes. Her eyes were locked onto the rays, and it was as if she were in a trance.