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"you're so vain, you probably think this song is about you"
Katarina Henderson knows many things, but there's something she just can't figure out...what Nancy Wheeler sees in Steve Harrington
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇
two teens hate ea...
"night breezes seem to whisper i love you" -dream a little dream of me, ella fitzgerald
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Kat, Nancy, and Robin were following behind Dr. Hatch as he gave a brief tour of the asylum grounds
"These are our gardens," Dr. Hatch said. They walked through the garden, and Kat tried not to make direct eye contact with the old man who was petting a bush as well as staring at her. "Beautiful, aren't they? We allow them two hours of outside time a day."
Robin looked around. "Can't they just escape?" she asked, seeing no fence surrounding the grounds.
Hatch nodded. "They could. But the vast majority choose to be here. They like it here." He led them into a room like looked like a classroom and had many different record players as well as stereos connected to headphones. "This is one of our more popular areas. The listening room. We found that music has a particularly calming effect on the broken mind. The right song, particularly one which holds some personal meaning, can prove a salient stimulus." Hatch opened a heavy door. "But there are those who are...beyond a cure," he said, walking down a flight of stairs to a basement.
Nancy quickened her steps, catching up to Dr. Hatch. "Uh, Dr. Hatch, do you think it might be possible for us to speak to Victor...alone?"
Dr. Hatch looked back at the girls as if they were crazy. Kat doesn't blame him, this whole thing was kind of crazy.
"I...I think that we would just love the challenge of speaking with Victor without the safety net of an expert such as yourself," Robin said, trying to save the conversation. "Then we could really rub it in Professor Bradley's fa—"
"—Professor Bradley?" Hatch repeated. "I don't believe I know a Professor Bradley."
"Brantley!" Kat corrected with her eyes wide. "She meant to say Brantley."
That turned into an awkward jumble of words and tense stares between the four.
Robin crossed her arms over her stomach. "Guess I'm just nervous," she said before quickly correcting herself. "I mean, excited. So excited to speak with Victor. Preferably, as she said, alone?"