I wasn't sure whether the sight of Arkham Asylum made me sick or excited, but my stomach was full to bursting with butterflies as I pulled into the car park once more.
I slid out of my car and stared up at the towering building. It wasn't an ugly building, as someone might expect an asylum would be, but instead was beautifully built with red stone walls covered in ivy.
Ivy. I had to see her today.
As I used my ID to let myself inside, I saw Charlie slouched in his chair, looking extremely hung over but pleased with himself.
"So now you can give me the details," I said as I approached the desk. Charlie's jaw dropped open.
"You...your hair it's...it's yellow?"
"It's blonde, Charles. Don't you like it?"
"I do, it's just...different," he laughed.
"Good different?"
"Of course."
"Great! Now, tell me about Summer," I commanded.
"Well she's beautiful, I mean, you saw. But she's also so talented. She's an artist and she plays cello," he grinned.
"Seriously?'
"Yeah, and she's trying to get her work into an exhibit down at the gallery."
"She's that good?"
"Uh huh."
He looked up at me expectantly.
"His name is Guy Kopski and he's southern," I said.
"Like from the south?" Charlie asked, with a terrible attempt at the accent.
"You'll never be good at that, give it up," I joked.
Charlie looked over my shoulder.
"Crane alert," he whispered. I composed myself and turned around. Crane waltzed over to us.
"Good morning, Doctor Quinzel," he grinned, analysing my hair, "that's a good colour for you."
Crane looked different. His hair was shorter and he looked overall much neater. Today he wore a dark suit with a white shirt and red tie.
"Uh, thank you, Doctor Crane. Still no lab coat?"
I watched his mouth twitch but he simply smiled.
"Right here," he said, patting his briefcase.
"Great. Well, have a good day, Doctor Crane."
"And you."
He completely ignored Charlie and strode towards his office. I rolled my eyes.
"What a douche," Charlie mumbled.
"I know, don't worry about it."
I looked at the clock behind him.
"I better go, I've to see Pamela at 9:30 sharp," I said.
"Lunch?" Charlie asked.
"Of course. I'll get you in the hall."
Arkham had a food hall for the staff and for the non-violent patients. So really, just for the staff.
I dropped into my office to pick up some paperwork and was received to find my chair empty. I was paranoid of Crane popping up in places now.
As I made my way to Pamela, I bumped into Doctor Sinner.
"Good morning!" I said gleefully.
"Good morning, Doctor Quinzel," she replied, looking at my hair but saying nothing. I started straight back at her stupid red ribbons.
