<span style="font-style: italic">Morning of the Nightmare Incident.</span><br/><br/>"Dear, did you hear about the opening of the new wing of the museum?" An elderly lady in a wheelchair questioned Lola.<br/><br/>"No, I haven't, when does it open?" She asked back in a kind voice as she wheeled the lady around in a Victorian style home. She rolled the lady into the large social room where other elderly couple sat chatting.<br/><br/>"Oh, today. Maybe you could take me to visit it." She asked.<br/><br/>"Of coarse, Mrs. Olenson. I'll make sure to get it arranged by lunchtime."  Lola wheeled the lady to a group of other elderly women and took a step to the side. "You chat with your friends while I see if I can get you out of here.  Perhaps they will want to join us."<br/><br/>Mrs. Olenson gave a thin lipped smile and nodded.<br/><br/>Lola left and headed to the employees office. She entered and looked at a young woman at a desk piled with neat stacks of files, papers, a computer and a name plate: Ms. Victoria Landers. "Mrs. Olenson wishes to leave today." Her voice different, more bored than when she with the elderly people in the large social room.<br/><br/>After a moment of looking through files, on the desk and on the computer, Mrs. Landers looked up. She will be allowed to leave.  She has her doctor visiting tonight, and she has relatives planned to visit for the rest of the week. Bring her back before dark."<br/><br/>Lola nodded and exited the room, taking a half hour lunch break before making her way back to the social room. When she arrived, Mrs. Olenson was sleeping quietly in her wheelchair, a friend of hers dosing off on a sofa. There were fewer people in the room and it was quieter than it had been earlier. Most of the others had probably headed to the dining room for breakfast. Lola took the wheelchair handles in her hands and began to slowly, gently wheeling the elderly lady back to her room. Once the old lady was sleeping comfortably in her chair, her thin legs warmed beneath a blanket and a chair pillow behind her head, Lola closed the door.<br/><br/>The dashing young lady with brown hair made her way to the employees office, checking out for the day. She had arrived near midnight to clear out a room of a departed man in order to make space for a new arrival. Lola often took the nigh shift, preferring the dark, calmness of the quiet halls. Now she passed a window, seeing the grey sky she smiled. It would probably rain. She liked rain, the dark grey clouds that hovered above them.  As she headed outside and got into her car she sat quiet. What would she do for the rest of the day? Normally she would head home to her boyfriend and begin preparing lunch, but they had recently gotten into a fight and she didn't wish to see him again after screaming bitter words at him the day before. She folded her hands on her lap, her yellow dress covered in an orange maple leaf pattern, pulling downward from her already low collar.<br/><br/>Lola thought about the museum that Mrs. Olenson had mentioned. She turned on her car and backed out of the parking lot.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps it will help me clear my head of my horrid boyfriend.</span>She made her way towards the museum, where she had often been as a young girl, in fact she went to the grand opening of it when she was eight. It had opened many new wings since then, and she had visited them all at least once in the last 10 years. She had never gone on the grand opening of a new wing, simply making sure to visit it within the month.  It was nice museum and it brought back memories of her now deceased father.  What will the new wing show her this time?