Eira Lucas walked herself straight to the hospital. The police promised they’d have her things sent after her. After all, who else would have use for them? Her only living relative she knew about was now dead. Not that she thought about it. In her mind, she was somewhere totally different than this reality. In her world, her father was still there, talking to her now and again. It was much better than the real world. Cold, unfeeling, hateful reality. What a dreadful place. She could only hope this hospital she was heading to accommodated her world. She would hate to lose it. 

She saw the sign and paused, recalling in her mind the title of the place she was headed to, and compared it to the sign. Ah yes, that was right. She nodded firmly to herself, reaching up and making sure her blood stained hat was firmly on her head before crossing the parking lot to the door. A bug tried hitting her in the face and she randomly began swiping at it rapidly, mumbling something about bread and butterflies always flitting about willy nilly with no regards to personal space.

A humph and short stride later she was within the waiting room and awaiting her turn to be called. She stood in the room, moving about it and taking in the walls. It was as if she couldn’t see the people. Or didn’t care. She hummed softly to herself the song she had sung for the talent show, managing to get out the line ‘Where is the land behind the eye?’ before a nurse called out “Eira Lucas?” She lit up and smiled, waltzing over to the woman, but keeping her hands fidgeting with themselves behind her back.

[b]”Yes, that’s me. I mean I. Whichever it is properly,”[/b] she said, clearing her throat. Her eyes moved to the woman’s necklace, a lovely garnet in a silver heart. [b]”Oh what a lovely piece of jewelry! You know, I do miss my jewelry. I have this one bangle made of flower cloth over plastic you see and… well where is it? Oh yes that’s right they’re bringing my things. At least they said they would. Do you happen to have any cleaning supplies? I’m afraid I must clean up my room and myself before any visitors arrive for tea. It would be highly improper…”[/b] she prattled on while following the nurse, looking this way and that, commenting on various shiny things that would catch her eye.