freedom had been something Ms. Nightingale had been teasing for weeks now.

but she actually opened the doors to this wretched place after gathering everyone in the common area; and bowed. one swoop of her arms as if to gesture everyone out.

Norton knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. his hand grips yours in a near squeeze, keeping that flare of his in check as he stalks out with you.

the sun on your face, the warm breeze.. it seems to be summer.