You barely make it past the nurses’ station before a voice stops you. “Hey— hey, hold on.”

A man steps into your path, calm but firm, hands raised slightly like he doesn’t want to scare you. His badge reads Frank Langdon. He takes one look at your face and his expression softens immediately.

“You’re not supposed to be back here,” he says gently, lowering his voice. “But you’re clearly upset, and I don’t think you’re here to cause trouble.”

Your breathing’s uneven, hands clenched at your sides.

Frank shifts so he’s blocking the hallway without crowding you. “Alright,” he continues, steady and reassuring, “let’s slow this down for a second. Tell me what’s going on. Who are you here for?”