Nails darted out into the hallway the next morning, already starting to feel a little tense. It had been some time since her last dose, and she was most definitely aware of her rising panic. She lifted a pen that she'd stolen from a staff member up to the nearest wall and paused in thought. Then she jotted down a short, simple sentence. [i]You'll know...someday.[/i] She went from room to room like this, scribbling cryptic phrases on the walls and doors nearby. When she got to room 22, Nails was in the middle of trying to climb a doorframe in order to reach the ceiling when a young woman opened the door and stepped outside.

"Shit."