A Chance to Heal

Deeper They go

How did this happen? The plan had been so simple. Get in, grab Krueger, and get out. Then tie him up while Loretta called the police. Easy breezy, right? Shame it didn't turn out the way they hoped. Quentin was still trying to wrap his head around it. None of it had made sense to him. They were doing so well. All that had to happen was...why didn't Loretta wake them? She promised that she would. And his body should have shown that he was holding something. Right? There was no way she couldn't tell something was wrong. Why the Hell hadn't she woken him or Kathryn up?

While they searched rooms, he told Nancy about the plan. Just so she knew what had been happening. As well as get her reaction on what might've gone wrong. Nancy gave him a look as she asked,"Maybe it's because you haven't slept in so long? Your body's just way too exhausted to be easily woken up?"

"And you did take medication, right?",she questioned. That made a lot of sense. And he hadn't slept in possibly eight or so days. He wasn't entirely sure anymore. Putting these thoughts to the back of his mind, he kept searching. Reaching a door that he remembered belonging to her friend's Mother. His stomach twisted as he checked what was once Nancy's Mother's room. All he found was a disheveled room. With a weird scent wafting out of it. Burnt ham briefly ran through his mind as he stepped into the room. There was something strangely familiar about it. But he wasn't entirely sure of what it was. As he groped for the light, he muttered,"The Hell is that?"

Once he gets the light on, he sees what it is. Smoking, burnt, something laying on the bed. At first he couldn't recognize what it was. But as he got closer, he realized what it was...Marge Holbrook. Nancy's Mother. What Quentin believed to be her. As the remains themselves weren't easy to determine. Deep down, he really didn't want to. Just the faintest of smells wafting off the corpse. Almost making him gag as he backed out of the room. His back hitting the railing as he pressed his hand over his mouth. Trying to clear the disgusting odor out of his nose. While he was doing this, Nancy was searching. Not truly noticing that he'd stopped. She called,"Find anything yet?"

"No. Nothing.",he lied. There was no way Nancy could see this. It was essentially a recreation of her Mother's corpse. Not something she needed to see. Quentin hurried to find another door. Anything that would lead anywhere else. But the other few doors didn't show anything. Other than the rooms they were supposed to. No other doors than Marge's room. Which didn't seem to have anything. At least nothing useful. Or potentially scarring for his friend. Yet it was really the only option they had. As far as he could tell it was. The idea of dragging Nancy into that made him sick. Seeing something like that was going to be Hell. But he didn't really have any other options. None that he thought of at least.

Taking a deep breath, he hurried over to Nancy. Who was checking a closet for something. Mumbling curse words under her breath along with other things he didn't catch. He chewed his bottom lip as he thought of how to tell her. The idea itself wasn't ideal nor was it going to be good for her. Nancy was still in mourning for her Mother. Now he was going to make her see her body? Not the most ideal situation. But it seemed like the only one. Quentin stopped chewing his lip, cleared his throat. Smiling awkwardly as Nancy turned to him. Holding a hammer in her hands tightly. In a soft voice, he asked,"I don't suppose you've found a way out of here?"

"Aside from the way we came? No.",she answered. Toying with the hammer in her hands as she turned to him. Sighing, she continued,"We could go back but I'm not sure if it'll yield any results either."

"Did you find anything, Quen?",she asked. Nodding his head, he answered,"I did, but you're not going to like it."

Her head tilted at this information. Then she made a motion for him to continue. He felt a bit hesitant but he continued. Telling her how he found her Mother's room. And in the gentlest way possible, he told her about the body. Watching his friend's eyes go wide in disbelief. Gently taking her wrist, he lead her to the room. Quietly, he said,"You don't have to come in with me. I'll search the room and find something. If I find something I'll tell you."