Regina was sprawled out upon her cot, enjoying the feeling of unbound freedom. She rolled about for a while, her tongue lolled out of her gaping mouth and she did her best not to get tangled in her sheets. She was getting restless under the draining, florescent lighting but was reluctant to go back in her jacket. She closed her eyes but all she could see were symbols, ingrained in to her every thought.<br/>"time for a walk"<br/><br/>When she finally took her first step out of her room an orderly was there waiting on a cheep plastic chair.<br/>"Can't go anywhere without your coat, Gina." He said in a chiding voice as if talking to a little girl. She shuffled over with arms out and slipped in to the coat with years of practice. After the clink of buckling had subsided she set out down the hall without a noise. It wasn't long until she was out and a way from her starting position and in a new place all entirely but in her jumbled brain, even if she did talk she couldn't tell you where she had come from.<br/><br/>In front of her, framed by the gloom of rain and darkness was a harmless enough looking gentleman. She listened to what he said and looked back with blank, blinking eyes. Slowly she walked towards him, carefully closing the distance between her and him. Soon there was no space left. She took a deep breath and smoothly ran her face from right about where his navel would be to his chest, breathing in his scent. The gesture was odd but noninvasive and soon Gina took a quick step back to reestablish private space. She readjusted to stand next to him and watch out the window. She looked back at him and gave a wide grin, an agreement of sorts. Her eyes still seemed grim even though she smiled. It was as if she held a heavy piece of knowledge that pressed it's self into every moment of her life.