COMPLETE UNTIL SEASON FIVE
In 1980s Indiana, Judy Hopper and her group of young friends witness supernatural forces and secret government exploits. As they search for answers, they unravel a series of extraordinary mysteries. In the midst, love and...
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As Judy and Nancy strutted through the entrance of Pennhurst, Nancy was more than comfortable in her formal business attire. Judy, however, was way out of her league.
She could handle the small pumps on her feet, but the shirt was going to send into a coma. "Nancy, I can't breathe in this thing. It's strangling my throat," she said, trying to pull the collar away from her skin."
"It's not all about comfort," Nancy said, keeping her head high. "We're academics."
Motioning towards the pastel-colored, frilly outfit, Judy graveled. "Who are evidently coming straight from Easter brunch."
"Okay, could you just let me do the talking?"
"Well, that's inevitable. Because shortly I'll be dead from strangulation-"
Judy was cut short as an office door swung open, revealing a man in his desk chair. The desk in front of him displayed a name plate with Director Anthony Hatch on it. This was the man they had to convince.
He examined Nancy and Judy's fake resumes carefully as they sat opposite of him. Judy couldn't help but fidget as she looked back at the burly security guard that stood in the corner of the large office.
"Three-point-nine GPAs," Hatch smiled, looking back up at the girls. "Both of you. Impressive."
Nancy handed him another document, smiling. "And this is a recommendation from Professor Brantley."
"Ah!" He exclaimed, scaring Judy. "I know Larry. Quite well actually."
Nancy and Judy nervously look at each other.
"Well, you know what they say..." He handed the letter back to Nancy. "Those who can't do, teach."
Both Nancy and Judy uncomfortably chuckled.
"That's why we're here," Nancy said. "I mean, we can only learn so much in a classroom."
"Mmm. And I'm sympathetic to your struggle, truly. But there's a protocol to visiting a patient like Victor. You have to put in a request. And then you have to undergo a screening process, at which point the board will make a decision."
And with that, Hatch slid Nancy and Judys - Ruth and Rose's - files back across the desk.
"I can see you're disappointed," he said, condescendingly. "But I'm more than happy to give you a tour of our facility. Perhaps you can even speak to some patients in our low-security wing!"
Haltingly, Nancy sounded desperate. "We would love that. It's just that, our thesis is due next month."
"And you're out of time. Whose fault is that?"
Judy eyeballs Hatch.
"Ours. Absolutely. And I do apologize-"
"Don't apologize, Ruth," Judy put her hand on Nancy's arm, stopping her from talking. "Screw that," she said to Hatch.
