Vivian nodded. "I think art is a very good medium to express oneself, and it has a calming effect too. I would appreciate it if you won't paint on your walls, but I will give you paper and the supplies you need. Maybe we can pick a day every week and then you will show me what you drew, and we'll talk about what it means to you and what you felt when you drew it." She had a motherly smile and reached out to briefly touch Ray's hand as a sign of familiarity. "Would you be okay with that?"

Benjamin blinked when he though he heard a whisper. Dia's voice? That was impossible, he probably just wanted to hear her. He paced to the back of the room and to the door again. Why did this room have to be so small? He could barely walk in here. Benjamin hit the padded wall with his fist, which did absolutely nothing, he barely felt it. Something had happened to Dia and he was stuck here! He paced around the room, getting more restless with every turn he was forced to make.

"Jazz is nice," Marc agreed. "I listen to a lot, but my guilty pleasure is folk, especially the kind with uplifting music and positive lyrics. It's simpler than most things on the radio and after a long day of work I like to relax to that."
He found the jazz station and kept it on; smooth jazz entered the car through the speakers. Marc was certain there was a classical station too, but he rarely listened to that in the car.