𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

019. It Was An Angel.

THE THREE girls follow the man out into the hall after he had gave in to letting them see Victor Creel. "I'm back in 30." She tells the secretary sitting outside his office who just hums as Robin looks at Nancy, smiling as they did a low-five and Val smiled proudly at her girlfriend who glanced back at her.

The man now shows them around, a tour of the facility as he'd promised, "these are our gardens. Beautiful, aren't they?" He asked as Val glanced around. "We allow them two hours for outside time a day." The man then explained. "Can't they just escape?" Valerie asked, glancing over to Dr. Hatch.

"They could. But the vast majority choose to be here. They like it here." He says as they now head inside, the man opening the door for them. Val nods softly as she passed by as a way to say thank you without saying a word. "This is one of our more popular areas." The man went ahead of them, the three girls letting him lead the way once again.

"The listening room. We found that music has a particularly calming effect on the broken mind. The right song, particularly one which holds personal meaning, can prove a salient stimulus. But there are those who are beyond the cure." He says as Robin and Nancy glance at one another while Val looks around, looking at all the patients listening to music.

The two head down a staircase now, "uh, Dr. Hatch, do you think it might be possible for us to speak to Victor alone?" Nancy asked which caused the man and also the guard standing by the doors leading to the cells to look at the three young women in surprise.

"Alone?"

"I... I think that we would love the challenge to speak without the safety net of someone of your expertise." Val spoke up, nodding. "Then we could rub it in Professor Bradley's face." Robin says making the man look at her now. "Professor Bradley? I don't think I know a Professor Bradley." Dr. Hatch says, sounding a bit confused. "Brantley. She meant Brantley." Nancy quickly corrected Robin who just forcefully chuckled at that.

"Oh, I thought I said Brantley. My mind is just so fuzzy, I guess I'm nervous to speak to Victor." Robin said then noticed the strange look the director gave her. "Excited." She quickly corrected and Val nods. "Very excited. And preferably, as Ruth said, alone?" The shorter of the three says as they then give him the sweetest smiles they can muster. "Yes. Why not? You've caught me in a rebellious mood." He says and the trio chuckle.

"And there's something rather urgent I need to check on, anyway, so... sure." He says as he checked his watch then looked up at the guard. "Keep a close eye on them." He informs him before he was on his way.

The guard unlocks the door as Dr. Hatch brushed past the girls, his hand landing to Val's shoulder which made her uncomfortable but she just turns around. "Thank you, Dr. Hatch." She just says, her brows furrowing in a tiny glare at the man. "Yeah, thank you so much, Dr. Hatch." Robin said but also had a glare before she looked over to Nancy. "I'm so sorry, Nance." She whispers, meaning her little mix-up on the professor's name they were pretending they were students of.

They then follow the guard inside, glancing around the dimly lit hallway. "Do not startle him. Do not touch him. Do not pass him anything. Stand five feet away from the bars at all times. Is that clear?" The guard spoke as he walks the three girls down the hall, to Victor's cell that seemed to be way at the end.

"Yes, sir."

The man hits his baton along the bars of the cell, "Victor. Today's your lucky day! You got visitors." He says before looking at the three. "Real pretty ones too." He says and Val refrains from rolling her eyes at him.

He looks back at Victor who's sitting at his desk, he's scratching his nails on the desktop. "Must be in one of his moods. Have fun." The guard says before walking away. "Victor?" Nancy spoke up. "My name is Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. And these are..." She glanced to the other two girls to her right side. "Robin Buckley." The taller of the pair spoke first. "Valerie Smith." The shorter says next.