Orphan in Limbo

Month Later

--- Later that day ---

It has been hours since Odette and Serena's release from the dull walls of the notorious mental hospital as their ultimate freedom incarnated their liberated, full of elation spirits by reinforcing the hollow with felicity as if it was an oblivious phenomenon for them. Perhaps unidentified for their flooded minds with boats of optimism, happiness, sheer and taintless love which sailed freely, whirling in a whirlpool by shaping a natural disease altogether united.

Whereas the former Irish cop was more than determined to flee Briarcliff as he has thought of it since one of the conversations he shared with the former patient Odette, consequently made him to ponder profoundly in the sea of his thoughts by judging his boss, the administrator of the facility's relentlessly belittling treatment and demeanor not only towards his employees like nuns, orderlies, security guards and Doctor Azarova, but also Frank, himself and the patients who were either haughtily confronted by the head of the nut house or have set a foot in his office.

What the middle-aged man hankered was to live a normal life as he's working somewhere else as a security guard rather than an overwhelmingly fatiguing job by working night shifts in a madhouse where criminally insane were housed under the iron fist's command of Father McKenzie.

Frank has always been a diligent, cautious and responsible security guard especially when it comes up to work and following the rules without an ado. Nonetheless, Odette was peculiarly right about Alexander.

The daylight died as the scintillating moonlight hung up in the nocturnal, dark sky as its incessantly twinkling stars, adorned it, the patients were already being gathered in their cells for extra good night sleep, resulting a shut down of the common room until the next morning.

The man of the cloth was taking a pull at his cigar by seating at his office, reclining carelessly on his chair by relishing the moment of loneliness. Desolation and muting hush were consuming his dim light office since the inmates weren't wandering around the madhouse as if they were guests at home. The corridors were as quiet as the death, itself.

After blowing a fog of dim in the thin air, suddenly a door tap interrupted his train of thoughts as he sighed dramatically, frustrated, wearing gravely jaded look on his youthful, pale complexion. Little did he know who was standing beside his office's door until a plain exclamation emboldened the uninvited guest to open the door by entering the austere office which embraced him with the holy man's piercing glare at his employee as a grotesque, irritated frown cradled his naturally berry-coloured lips.

In the meanwhile, Frank lightly sniffled the pungent stench of tobaccos in his boss's office which was inevitable for him as well. His nostrils' symphony of the sniffles were sufficiently audible for him solely, luckily.

"Good evening, Monsignor!" Meantime, the former policeman took a deep breath by opting to ignore the reek of cigarettes as his azure blue eyes met Alexander's, locking up his stare. "It looks like it has been a tough day today."

"Yeah especially with such a hectic schedule and extra night shifts. What to expect more, Frank?" What it wrily flabbergasted the former police officer was the peculiar, eccentric kindness which he has never earned from such manipulative, cranky and exceedingly possessive priest. "What the hell brings ya there in the middle of the night?" The native Salemian enquired as he arched an eyebrow in bracer shape, taking another drag of his cigarette as dim zinged his oral caverns.