I take the lift down to the atrium, then make my way towards the cubicle Grey used earlier.
I pass just one person.
Curfew may be at ten, but apparently one or two people still wander the halls near midnight.
They freeze when they see me. Bloodied, barefoot, wrapped in a disposable hospital gown. Their expression shifts rapidly from confusion to outright horror.
Perhaps you should have showered and changed first, Calix remarks dryly.
Nah.
I do not particularly care what they think.
I push through the doors and into the December air, then make my way into the cubicle.
Aside from the spare clothes I am still convinced Grey had provided, only one set of things remains.
White joggers, and a cobalt-blue long-sleeved top.
Exactly what she had been wearing tonight as she calmly stepped
