Perfectly Red

From the Heart.

(Amy/Lia's POV )

"So... Anything?" Simone asks poking a fake corpse that hangs from the ceiling. "Or is this not doing it for you?"

I look at the room around us, the fake blood, the metal tables with props to make this escape room look like a butcher shop.

"Nope," I say feeling a bit defeated.

"We could always try 'The cellar' again," she says not want to give up just yet.

"No, it's okay," I assure her. "I have therapy soon, so...'

"Oh, wow," she says checking her watch. "Yeah, I gotta go pick up Leo from practice in like half an hour."

"It was fun though," I say setting down one of the props.

"Ouu," she walks over to a nearby shelf. "I think I found the key, give me a hand."

I walk over, and give her a boost. She sticks her hand in a vase pulling out a large silver key.

"How'd you know that was in there?" I ask standing back up.

"The numbers printed on the door," she explains walking back to where we entered. "Eight-two-seven-three, vase."

She sticks the key into the keyhole, and it unlocks. We push the door open leaving the room, and out into the hallway. The escape rooms that have been all done up for Halloween this weekend. So this whole thing had to be booked a week in advance.

"Wow," I say as we walk to our cars. "You're like really good at that."

"Yeah," she smiles. "Well I've had practice."

"Right," I reply. "We used to go all the time."

"Yep."

"Well," I tell her. "Thanks for coming with me."

"You're welcome," she leans against her car. "Hey, after your appointment give me a call. We should have a sesh."

"Okay," I say unlocking my car.

I get in, and take out my phone from my purse. Quickly I send a message to Eric asking if he got the dog toy he forgot on his visit. I sent it in the mail a week ago with a note, and haven't heard anything back. Then I turn up the radio, and put the address for Dr. Wulf's office in the navigation system.

A short while later I pull up to the large home-office, parking in the small lot. I walk up the stairs, and go inside taking a seat in the small waiting area. A few minutes later Dr. Wulf walks from somewhere in the back to the front with a older man. She waves him goodbye, opening the door for him.

"Hello Amy," she says. "Want some lemon balm tea?"

"Sure."

I follow her to the kitchen where she pours us both some tea from the kettle on her stove.

"Honey?"

"Please."

We take our cups of tea, and head into the next room for a seat. I sip the warm liquid as she grabs her notepad from the table next to her.