Arriving at Sloth, one of many places owned by a man named Sin, Ash smiled at the woman at the reception desk before making his way through the lobby. The white couches looked so comfortable with blue pillows, and the light blue carpet looked so soft. He went to the elevator and up to the thirteenth floor, where everyone helping Bubbles was currently residing.
Ash stopped by Lydia’s room. First, she showered and cleaned up and smiled brightly. “Hello, hun,” she said as she let him in. The two walked for a while, and Lydia talked about how she had spoken to her daughter for the first time in ten years. How her daughter was willing to put her through rehab one last time, and if she stayed clean, she could go back home to see her newborn grandchild. He left soon after, wishing her the best.
