‘Well, I’m no one special as well – just a typical law undergraduate, [i]summa cum laude [/i] who thinks she can change the world because everyone around her says she can. Someone who is undertaking this arduous, painful subject because she’s in it too deep with no turning back. Yup, that’s me.

Sorry if I sound terribly unappreciative of my life: you and I have different lives, I can tell – but I guess there’s we’re destined to the same fate.’

Gershwin noted the lights glowing brighter as he played. She was beginning to accept the supernatural now, and assumed the result to be caused by Cody’s playing. The two stopped talking for a while, and they tended to their own. 

A little while later, she noted the clock on the far wall behind them just above the door. It was almost time to leave. 

‘What [b]are[/b] we just doing here? This is ridiculous.’

A statement said so nonchalant despite the gravity of its reality – a reflection of Gershwin’s inextinguishable hope, but with heavy resignation. 

She walked to the door, turning one last time, one nod to greet goodbye.

 ‘Agent Dioxide told me that I could stay here or go exercise in…. Logistics, if that’s right. I’ll see you soon, Cody.’

That was a lie.

[hr]

Agent Dioxide returned back to the Recreation room. Something that accommodating comes part and parcel with a stressful job like theirs. The rationale is that ‘all work no play’ is an unhealthy lifestyle and anything new besides a computer screen or life-threatening fieldwork is inviting. It even has its own toilet so you didn’t have to leave. However, people of these types often stick to one lifestyle and never cease to work at it. It becomes one with their life and it’s difficult to live without it.  So it was so unused and is usually empty – except the occasional Subjects. 

Agent Dioxide opened the door and immediately noted the lacking of one Subject. He sighed.

‘She just went out, didn’t she?’

[hr]

Gershwin just managed to duck out of the way into a hallway, out of her caretaker’s cone of sight. Everything was ad hoc now as she plans to escape her place. It was so dangerous as she’d never even seen the entirety of the facility they were in. Was she even able to leave after exiting the facility? Was she even in the United Kingdom? 

The more she thought, the more she realized the stupidity of her idea, and stood back in the main hallway to walk back to the recreation room. She saw Agent Dioxide standing halfway into the room. 

At the same time, she heard the elevator doors open before her: the same agent from earlier.