Cynthia (http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg) walked quietly along through the area with Mr. Regere the orderly leading the way.  They were heading back to her room, with him leading the way, but she didn't really know what to say.  It seemed like everything she said just made him give one of those stern looks and jot something down in her chart.  He wasn't writing anything now, though, so maybe if she was just good and quiet, everything she'd messed up on would be forgiven.<br/><br/>She was almost inside and Mr. Regere was opening the doors for her when the scuffle started in one of the nearby rooms.  Alarms sounded and staff members rushed around, yelling various commands that she couldn't fully make out over the loud klaxon.  Cynthia rushed back to pin herself against the wall and make room as several of them carried someone out from the adjacent room.  "What's going on?" she asked in trepidation, hoping everything was alright but wanting to help if she could.<br/><br/>"Nothing for you to worry about, Ms. Peregris."  The orderly gave her one of those empty smiles that he seemed to have in abundance, perhaps all that was left after years of handing out genuine warmth that fell on frustration and tears.  He opened up the doors to let her back inside.  "In you go, then," he said quickly but sternly, wanting to help with the more pressing task at hand.<br/><br/>Cynthia nodded and slipped her way through, making sure not to get in anyone's way as she went.  They didn't really trust her yet, and she supposed that that was her own fault.  She managed to get out a soft wave just before the doors closed on her, barring and locking once again.<br/><br/>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106108.0)