Misunderstood Control

Trying my best

Bursting into the kitchen with joy, she grabbed a clean pot. She had learned to make stew from Nori. Tying an apron around her waist she found from the corner, Loralie washed her hands with the soap and water supplied to her. “at least these filthy idiots washed their hands” she grumbled under her breath. She walked to what looked like to be a fridge. Praying that there would be no human flesh, she opened it. “jackpot!” she yelled. Vegetables, eggs, condiments, and breads were all neatly spread out in the fridge before her. She made note of everything she found over the next 20 minutes. Spices, milk, fruit, everything. She wasn’t sure how long she was going to be down there, so Loralie made sure everything was to be spread out among the days, until she got out of there of course. Gathering everything she needed for her hot stew, she got to cooking. “garlic, thyme, rosemary, oregano, sage, and a pinch of salt.” She whispered to herself. Soon enough, the whole room smelled like Nori’s cooking, just like it used to. She would have been proud. Around a half hour of messing around, she decided it was done. The next problem was finding a bowl. Where were they? She had found the spoons earlier, but had completely forgotten about the bowls. She searched and searched. Eventually she had given up. Loralie was the only one there anyway, so what was the point? She dug in, not even caring how hot it was. Tears stung her face. This was the closest thing to comfort she had been since Theodore had left her, cold and alone. She pulled out the picture of Dr. Senka and Katie. They looked so happy. It kept haunting her, the fact that Katie was out there not knowing when her love would come back home to her. Once she was done eating, loralie thought about what she would do when she got out. Step one: find Theodore. Two: find Katie. And three: start a new life, where she was happy. Putting the leftovers in the fridge, she set back out on her little adventure. Things were turning out, and she felt much better. The place was still cold and dark, but she felt a strange happiness. She was independent, but still lonely. The lights flickered, and the halls were still a mess. But then again, at least Theodore was okay. At least, she assumed.