‘There was a noise, was it loud? Did it echo, repeat? I don’t like noise’ Hestia thought to herself covering her ears only to remember that she was more frightened of the sound of silence than idle noise. She uncovered her ears and laid her head on the cold white wall behind her. She gazed at the wood design that wasn’t bothered to be painted white. Inside her head she created pictures and designs that no one’s eyes but her’s would ever see or perceive. Her imaginative world made her smile to herself, she had escaped this place for a single moment in time. She blinked and all that she had seen and created was gone, this made her eye water over and the breath she took choke in her throat. Lifting her elongated sleeves she rubbed her eyes before any tears could overflow. Hestia leaned forward and placed her covered hands and knees on the cold tiled linoleum floor and began to crawl out from underneath the table. She gazed around for a moment or two at all of the people in the room with her. ‘Who are they? I don’t recognize any of them. Friends? Are they my friends? Did I forget them too?’ she thought standing up straight gazing around the room a moment more. ‘No, I don’t know. I don’t know them. Time? Is it time to go back? Won’t the walls miss me if I’m gone to long?’ Hestia stepped lightly her head down and her right hand on her chest. She tugged lightly on the back end of a nurse’s dress with her left hand and asked while avoiding eye contact, “Is it time to go back?” The nurse nervously looked her over and replied, “N-no, not yet.” The nurse turned and walked with a quicken stepped to go about a more or less important task than the one that stood behind her. “O-oh,” Hestia sighed softly left standing alone.