The alarms hadn't fazed Kelly, who had retreated into a self-induced trance.  Her unfocused eyes stared at the wall before her face, her back to the room and her room mate.  It wasn't until the door opened to admit a man into the room that she snapped from her daze and rolled over to stare at the orderly as he spoke to Cynthia.  Her grey eyes shifted between Samuel and Cynthia, her brow furrowing in confusion.<br/><br/>"What time is it?"<br/><br/>She glanced toward the window, as if that might tell her something, but the world outside told her nothing.  She pushed herself up and lowered her feet to press flat to the cold floor, her left hand rising to allow her to gnaw at her index fingernail.  The sight of Cynthia being drawn toward the door made her rise, and she padded toward the pair.<br/><br/>"Can I come, too?"