<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><u>Sabine</u></span></span></span></i><br/><br/>On the outside, the retirement home didn't look much like a business and it was far more run down. This particular building had never been an industrial space and had, in fact, once been a family home. It was painted white in old lead paint, the more recent layer already starting to peel from the old wood. The roof was slightly sunken in, though it was clear that repairs were being made and there was an effort to bring this building back into a reputable state. There was a plaque out front that marked the building as a heritage home which meant that it was protected. The repairs would be made to bring the building back to its original glory.<br/><br/>The lawn was well maintained, though in need of a cut. There was a large tree out front, a weeping willow, that left sticks that had fallen all over the ground below it. A younger woman wearing scrubs was moving around and picking them all up. She stood up straight and wiped some sweat from her brow. The weather had been hot out the last week and today was particularly difficult.<br/><br/>"Don't stop, girl. That lawn is becoming a jungle and they sure as hell aren't going to cut it if you don't do your job." An older woman with long dreaded hair in a bright grey sat in a rocking chair on the edge of a wrap-around porch. She was overweight, though it was common for her age. The colors she wore were bright, though her expression did not match the friendly vibe of the colors. A blanket sat over her lap and her hands rested on top, shaking slightly. Her expression was one of intense displeasure and disappointment, an expression that hardly ever left her face. There was a cup of tea next to her, though it was untouched and had gone cold.<br/><br/>"Okay, Sabine..." The woman responded, irritated, and put her hands on her hips, "You know if you're irritable, you should go for a nap."<br/><br/>"My grandson is coming."<br/><br/>"Oh!" The woman perked up, suddenly interested. Sabine had not spoken of family in the time she had been here and it was only today that she'd told the other worker to call her grandson. "Well, isn't that nice! It will be good for you to have some visitors."<br/><br/>"He is a good for nothing boy..." The woman spit out the words and started to rock the chair gently with a slippered foot.<br/><br/>"Oh...well, then...it'll still be nice to have someone young here...it should brighten up the place." The woman didn't plan on continuing the conversation and it didn't seem that Sabine had any interest in speaking up again. Instead, she sat there and watched the road with a frown turning down her lips.